Whenever she spoke, her voice pulled him from the darkness that sat still lingered in his mind. And whenever she touched him, a hand on his arm, steadying him as he walked. Adjusting his pillow, his skin tingled with something he couldn’t explain.
One night, after a particularly long therapy session, Anna suggested taking a walk in the hospital’s garden. Fresh air might do you some good, she said, smiling. Grant agreed.
But what he didn’t expect was how different everything would feel outside those hospital walls. The cool night air. The rustling trees.
The moon casting a soft glow over the world. For the first time, he felt like a person again. Not a patient.
Not a mystery with missing memories. Just himself. Why? And beside him, Anna.
They walked slowly, Anna holding onto his arm for support. At first, Grant thought it was just part of her job. But then, he saw the way her fingers lingered on his wrist.
The way she glanced at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. The way her breath hitched slightly whenever he stepped too close. And suddenly, he knew.
She felt it, too. That pull. That unspoken connection between them.
They stopped near a small stone bench, the moonlight casting shadows across the garden. Grant turned to face her, his heartbeat unsteady for a different reason this time. Anna opened her mouth to say something.
But before she could, Grant took her hand. Her lips parted in surprise, her eyes searching his. I don’t remember anything about my life before this, he admitted, his voice low.
But I know one thing for sure. Anna swallowed. What? He tightened his grip around her fingers.
I trust you. The words were simple. But to him, they meant everything.
And judging by the way Anna’s breath caught in her throat. The way her cheeks flushed under the moonlight. The way she didn’t pull away.
She understood. And for now, that was enough. The night was restless.
Grant tossed and turned in his hospital bed, his body still weak but his mind racing. And then. A flash.
A sudden burst of memory crashed through his subconscious like a breaking dam. The road was dark. The rain poured against the windshield, his wipers struggling to keep up.
Grant gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind still clouded from the meeting he had just left. Something felt off. Off.
Then, out of nowhere. Headlights. Bright.
Rushing toward him. A black SUV swerved into his lane at full speed. Grant yanked the wheel, his tires skidding on the slick pavement.
The brakes, they didn’t work. His heart pounded as he desperately tried to regain control. And just before impact, his darted to the side of the road.
A shadowy figure stood there, watching. And then. Blackness.
Grant’s eyes snapped open, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. His pulse raced, sweat clinging to his skin. The memory had been so vivid, so real.
And now, he knew the truth. This wasn’t an accident. Someone had tried to kill him.
Anna noticed something was wrong the second she walked into his room the next morning. He was different. His usual smirk was gone, his body was tense, his hands were clenched into fists.
Grant, she asked carefully. What’s wrong? His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, filled with a new intensity. I remember something.
Anna’s stomach dropped. The accident? He gave a stiff nod. It wasn’t an accident, Anna.
Someone tampered with my brakes. And there was a man, standing on the side of the road, just watching as my car crashed. Anna felt chills run down her spine.
Everything she had suspected, he had just confirmed it. But the question remained. Who? And why? Ply.
Anna and Grant spent the next few days digging deeper, going through Grant’s files, company records, and anything that could hint at someone wanting him gone. Then, finally, they found it. A financial transfer, a large sum of money wired just days before the accident.
The recipient? A known criminal with a history of orchestrating staged crashes. And the sender? Nathan Carter, Grant’s half-brother. The realization hit like a ton of bricks.
It was him, Grant whispered, gripping the edge of the table. Nathan had always been jealous, always felt like Grant was the favorite, the one who inherited their father’s legacy while he was left in the shadows. And now, he had tried to erase Grant completely.
Anna felt her heart clench. Grant, he wanted you dead. Grant’s jaw tightened.
And now, I’m going to make sure he pays. That evening, Grant and Anna arranged to meet Nathan face-to-face. In a dimly-lit study inside the Carter estate, Nathan lounged in a leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey as Grant and Anna entered.