C41 Forty One

LUKE

I had thrown my fists at someone before. He was my cousin, a trusted friend, and we both went to Harvard. I’d almost killed him. He was hospitalized for three days, and his parents loathed me. He had broken ribs and I fractured his fingers. My father always thought that I did it for fun. He even apologized to my uncle and gave them compensation. He used to think lowly of me