Chapter 8

My smile faded, and my voice turned cold. "Yeah. That's why you took it for granted, didn't you, Carson? You were sure I'd always stay around you, that I wouldn't leave, so you felt free to hurt me for someone else. Is that it?" The smile on his face froze completely. I glanced out the window coldly. "You should go lie down in the snow and see how that feels." He watched me in silence for some time, then gave a bitter laugh. "Alright, Winry. This is something I owe you." He shrugged off his coat, then walked straight into the yard with only a thin shirt. He didn't hesitate and flopped down in the snow and lay there. The snowfall got heavier through the night. His clothes were soaked through, and he ran a high fever. When the maid hauled him back inside, word was that he kept calling out my name. I didn't visit him that night. Three days later, I had Francine simmer a pot of soup and sent it over at a leisurely pace. Then, I scolded him for being stupid, for putting himself throu