Ryan's P. O. V

I finished reading the last page of the report before adding it to the completed pile.

A month ago, I clawed my way back from death's door, but now I'm here, drowning in paperwork again.

Ironic how nothing seems to change even after getting a second chance.

“Why are you still there?" I glanced at Ashford, who was standing stiffly at the door. “Come and sit. We haven't had a proper conversation in a long time".

He forced a smile and pulled out a chair at the edge of the table.

"No," I said, pointing to the chair beside me, “Right here."

His fake smile grew...