The man handed over the single piece of paper hesitantly. I skipped past the part that seemed unimportant and that was filled with money terms. I slowed down at the part where it read transactions.

The name that was printed in bold made my breath hitch.

When I stayed silent, Mr Lewis started flapping another document around in the air before swiftly moving on "All your home finances are paid. There was nothing to be concerned about paying back until the accident."

"My medical bill is huge." I stated the obvious.

Mr Lewis nodded "It was. All your health care expenses have also been taken care of."

My lip quivered when I asked, "Can I see that sheet?"

He handed over the next piece of paper. I skipped to the bottom where the name of the person that had paid for everything was written. I put my hand over my mouth in shock as I read the same name as last time.

One lone tear fell onto the sheet and hit directly onto the two words Valentine Stone.

I handed both bits of paper back to him and tilted my head "Does this not bother you?"

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Stone has paid for everything. He has spent a huge amount of money and—"

A hand on my shoulder stopped me from continuing.

"He would do anything for you." Mr Lewis spoke, "I think that if you asked him for the moon then he would find a way to fight against nature itself to give it to you."

My intake of breath was so loud that it would have surprised me if Stone had heard it.

"Plus, that boy makes too much money on his fights anyway." Mr Lewis added.

"I am going to pay him back." I assured.

The man chuckled "He will not let you."

"Is there anything else I should know?" I asked while looking at the other paper in the pile.

"No. That is all I have for the moment except arrangements for the funeral." He responded before enquiring "This is an awful thing to ask for you to think about, but do you have any ideas what you would like for a funeral?"

"I had not really thought about it." I said aloud but more to myself.

I had not been thinking at all. I did not want to. That is why I spent hours writing my book.

After concluding the obvious, I eventually gave him an answer "I do not have any family. Just some distant cousins in Louisiana. My father lost all his friends when he lost my mother and his job. There is only really me so it will be something small."

Mr Lewis nodded before moving on "Lastly, I do not think anyone from social services will visit. Usually under these circumstances they would put you into foster care but you are eighteen and legally an adult."