Three years later, Jade saw Felix again.
He had disappeared from the country six months earlier without warning. Mateo and Maria had been searching for him everywhere. Jade never expected to find him in Galadonia.
He looked nothing like the man he used to be. Gone were the tailored suits, the sharp lines, the polished confidence. Now he sat alone on a bench by the square in sunglasses and a baseball cap, dressed in casual athletic clothes, quietly drinking coffee with a guide dog lying at his feet.
He no longer carried himself with that old ease and certainty. In its place was visible tension, a trace of fear, and the worn-out fragility of someone who had recovered from a severe illness.
Jade had never looked into what happened to him after he returned home. She hadn't needed to. By th
