At the Lumbard family house, the air was condensed. Mr. Lumbard paced up and down the living room, looking like fear was gradually eating up all sense of human.Mrs. Lumbard stood up, concern etching on her face but she maintained distance. She hadn't seen her husband fidgeting like this in their Twenty-five years of marriage. He screamed at her earlier. Unbelievable! Ridiculous!"Honey, this can be settled tomorrow...can er go to bed al..."Mr. Lumbard spun on her, his eyes darkened in rage. "Go to bed?" He cut her off rudely. "You want to sleep when my career is about to burn to ash! Do you know who that kid your son trampled on?!" His finger jabbed in the air."Who's he?" He paused to look at her like she was asking a stupid question. The door of the apartment parted and Connor dragged himself inside. His face reddened with the marks of fingerprints. Lumps bloomed across his face. He threw his head down in shame. The guy who had left in denim in jeans looks like he got attacked in