Regret Came Too Late

Grace was already on her way to the hospital when she noticed a car following her through the rearview mirror.

The familiar license plate belonged to none other than Yancey.

Why wouldn't he just leave her alone?

She took a deep breath and pushed the car's speed to the max.

Yancey was unwilling to push her too hard, so he slowed down and kept his distance behind her.

When Grace finally reached her destination, she saw how run-down the place was. It would be hard to tell it apart at night from a haunted house.

She exited the car and immediately spotted an elderly man sweeping the courtyard. Despite the hospital's dilapidated state, it was spotless.

It seemed someone made sure to clean the dust that fell from the walls every single day.

She hurried over, closing the distance to the elderly man, and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, the ground's already so clean. Why don't you take a break?"

The elderly man with white hair, whose name was Paul Brown, looked up at her, his expression changing to one of recognition.

"Grace, is that you?" he asked.

aback. How did he know

"Yes, that's me."

his waist. "You haven't been here in a year. How have you been these

surprise and smiled faintly.

with flowers, and in the middle of it all was a small patch of open

ahead and sat on

"Sit here. I'll make

quickly stood.

"No need, just sit."

sat back

corner of her eye.

darkened. She worried that he might ruin her moment of

seemed to have some sense, walking over

ask him to leave. With someone like Yancey, the

brought over the tea without batting an eye at

for once, said, "Sorry to interrupt. Please, continue your