ERIK
In contrast to his brother, Austin DiLaurentis was a normal person. An intelligent man with a marked humility, and a refreshing endowment that made working with him so enjoyable that, the day after Dr. Martin's suicide, I found myself waiting for the following meeting maybe not with longing or thrill (well, for Amy, I did) but at least not with the anxiety of "who knows what kind of mess will come up today."
A new feeling.
Sitting on the patio next to Jackie, I watched as the two black cars parked in front of the house: two people got out of them, but my eyes were caught only by the gorgeous creature that got out of the one on the right.
Wrapped in a black cashmere coat, the same shade of the dress she wore underneath and of her knee-high boots, Amy stepped out of the car with
