Two months later, I was settled into a new life in Harbor City with my own company already up and running.
I was sitting by the window in a quiet café next to a high-end office building, soft jazz drifting through the air.
I lifted a white china cup to my lips and took a slow sip.
Across from me sat Grant.
If he hadn't introduced himself, I honestly might not have recognized him.
He wore a wrinkled, yellowed dress shirt, and he had lost so much weight that his face looked hollow. Bags hung under his eyes, and there was gray in his hair now.
He looked completely out of place among the polished young professionals around us.
"Lucia, thank you for agreeing to see me."
Grant stared at me, his hands trembling as he reached across the table for mine. I moved my hand away without a word.
