Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 155

By the time Julian York dropped Daisy off at home, it was already nine-thirty at night.

Their apartment wasn't located downtown; it was in an older residential complex tucked behind the hospital. The buildings weren't very tall, the exterior walls showed heavy signs of age, and the hallway lights wouldn't flicker on until you reached the second-floor landing. A faded notice taped by management curled pathetically in the draft.

Sitting in her wheelchair, Daisy stared up at the motion-sensor light that had just sluggishly blinked to life. "Julian, this light reminds me of you."

Julian pushed her up the ramp. "How so?"

"It's got a slow reaction time," Daisy said with total sincerity. "But once it finally lights up, it's remarkably reliable." She ducked her head, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Julian looked down and chuckled. "Was that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Barely."

The elevator doors slid open, revealing an interior plastered with flyer scraps. Julian held the door open, waiting for her to roll inside.

No one in this complex knew that he was one of the city's youngest Deputy Directors of Cardiothoracic Surgery. No one knew his surgery schedule was booked out two solid months in advance. To the neighbors, he was just that doctor in Building 3 who always came home late and had a sister with poor health.

Daisy didn't hate living here.

What she hated was the way people automatically dumped her into the "pitiful" category the second they laid eyes on her.

When the apartment door opened, the lights were already on.

The living room was small. A bookshelf consumed half of one wall, while the other side was decorated with several faded certificates. Dead center was a first-place award Daisy had won in an elementary school art competition. Right next to it was a framed photocopy of Julian's medical school acceptance letter, lovingly displayed by Martha York, its edges already turning yellow.

Hearing the commotion, Martha poked her head out of the kitchen. "You're back? The soup is still warm."

Daisy wheeled herself inside. "Mom, you don't have to make soup every time. It's not like my teeth fell out."

Martha scolded her out of habit, though she was already bringing the bowl out. "You spent one afternoon outside, and you look absolutely exhausted. Don't get smart with me."

Daisy shot a look at Julian. "See? You guys are identical. I step outside and suddenly I'm 'pale'. I talk about work and I'm 'overexerting'. I get an idea and I'm 'pushing myself too hard'."

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