---- My eyes found Randall's across the chaotic room. There was a flicker of guilt on his face, but all I could think about was if he loved Macy that much. What of me? What am I to him after ten years of marriage? Factory workers scrambled to clear the debris, some lifting the broken pieces while others stabilized what was left of the frame. The injured were quickly rushed to the hospital. In the hospital room, Randall sat by Macy's bedside, his shoulder wrapped from where he'd been hit while protecting her. Despite his injury, he still patiently told Macy, whose arm had suffered a minor scrape, "Be careful not to get the wound wet for the next few days, okay?" The scene was enough to make someone in the room clear their throat in awkward disapproval. ---- Only then did Randall seem to remember my presence, his wife. He glanced apologetically at me. "Nara, are you okay?" I looked down at my now bandaged leg. Thank goodness the ceramic hadn't been heavy enough to cause permanent damage. If the frame had fallen at full force, my leg could have been irreparably injured. Still, the worst injury was to Michael. Standing directly beneath the collapsing structure, he'd been hit on the head. There had to be an explanation for what happened. The factory manager tried to explain, saying the wooden frame supporting the sculpture had been unstable. Likely, someone had jostled by, causing the collapse. Unfortunately, the surveillance cameras had been malfunctioning, so we'd have to rely on our own ---- recollections. Randall's expression darkened. "Who was near the unstable frame right before it fell?" Macy hesitated, pretending to think before saying, "T think it was Ms. Nara."