A year later, my legs made a full recovery.
I came back without telling anyone. I had the driver take me straight to Garrett's office.
I pushed open his office door and saw Garrett.
He had lost a lot of weight.
His usually pressed suit was wrinkled. Dark stubble covered his jaw, and his sunken eyes showed exhaustion.
No stacks of papers sat on his desk anymore—only an ashtray full of cigarette butts and the diamond ring I had left behind.
When he saw me walk in, Garrett shot to his feet and knocked over his chair.
He stared at me, wild joy flaring in his eyes right away.
"You... you're back..." His voice was rough. He stumbled toward me.
"Mr. Croft, it's been a while," I cut him off, my voice flat.
The door opened again.
Hannah walked in with coffee.
Her face twisted the second
