Ethan stood outside the rehabilitation center, gripping the fruit basket he had just purchased so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
His gaze lingered on the illuminated window on the third floor.
That was Jake's room.
Ever since Jake had injured his spine while saving someone three years ago, he had been undergoing long-term rehabilitation there.
Ethan remained downstairs for nearly half an hour before finally gathering the courage to press the elevator button.
As the elevator climbed floor by floor, his heartbeat quickened.
He rehearsed countless speeches in his mind.
Yet no matter how many times he practiced, every apology felt inadequate.
When the elevator doors slid open, he immediately spotted the familiar figure sitting in a wheelchair at the end of the corridor.
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