After leaving the ICU, Cynthia strolled quietly down the path behind the hospital. The cool evening breeze stirred up thoughts of her past life.
Only when death loomed did she understand what was important to her.
It taught her that all the fuss about love and relationships was ephemeral. What mattered was living in the moment and paying back those who had stood by her.
But this time, without Andrew's help, she might have lost her grandpa for good.
Cynthia's thoughts were a jumbled mess when suddenly, someone popped up in front of her, startling her nearly to a scream. That person chuckled. "Don't be scared, it's me."
Cynthia composed herself and realized it was Wayne.
"Long time no see!" Wayne still had that charming bad-boy look, his lips curled in a smile that could steal any girl
