Chapter 4
Eight Years Ago
MRS. JOHNSON CROSSED her fingers in hope as Theodore walked into the office, no expression whatsoever on his face. His hands and shirt had streaks of paint on them, and a little paint was on his forehead.
"Theo, how are you doing?" She flashed him a warm smile.
"I'm fine." He replied with a curt nod. "They said you want to see me."
His gaze flickered to the couple in the chairs opposite from her both of them were studying him closely, and then the woman flashed him a smile. He ignored her and shifted his gaze back to Mrs. Johnson.
She was thankful for his life, after the jump six years ago and the fact that he could still use his legs. The jump had caused a severe damage to both legs, and he had to undergo surgeries and therapy for three years.
But accordin
