The sun was shining brightly on the day Sienna was discharged from the hospital.
Her parents supported her on each side as she walked out of the building that reeked of disinfectant. She took a deep breath of the fresh air outside.
It felt so good.
Everything could still be fixed.
But that sense of relief lasted less than three seconds.
At the bottom of the hospital steps stood a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
It was Griffin. The present-day Griffin.
He wore a sharp suit, but it couldn't hide his exhaustion. The bandage on his forehead was still there. His face was as pale as paper.
He stared at Sienna, his eyes full of naked pleading and pain.
Her father immediately stepped in front of her, his tall frame like an impenetrable wall.
"Mr. Gates, Sienna needs rest and quiet."
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