"How long have you been working as a janitor in this apartment?" Damian asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped them.

Lee looked up, startled by the sudden interruption. "Oh! For about a year now, sir," he answered cautiously.

"Putting a veteran in the position of apartment janitor. You can tell the manager in charge of this apartment that he's wasting resources," Damian said, his sarcasm not lost on Lee.

"Ah, please don't say that. I'm just a wreck, and I'm grateful to Mr. Alston for allowing me to be the janitor here," Lee replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. He shook his left arm, which had lost its palm,...