Jarvis didn’t return home; instead, he found my address. Compared to the needle-in-a-haystack search from three years ago, his ability to locate me now came as no surprise. I had let go of the past—three years had passed, and there was no longer any need to hide.

“Riley, please give me a chance to make it up to you,” Jarvis said, blocking my path. In my memories, he was always so proud and unyielding. Now, he lowered his head, pleading earnestly.

I paused, studying the man who once walked beside me, and replied coolly, “If everything could be mended, what would that make of the desperate, near-hopeless me from three...