Everything was happening incredibly fast. The doctors were peppering him with questions, shining bright lights into his pupils, testing his motor functions. But through all of it, Grant’s confused gaze kept drifting back to Anna.
She stepped forward hesitantly, swallowing against the lump in her throat. “Grant,” she whispered. “Do you remember… anything?” He just stared at her, blinking slowly, as if processing the question.
A long, heavy silence stretched between them, the chaos of the room fading. Then, his fingers twitched again, and before she could even react, he reached for her hand. It was a weak, slow movement, but it was entirely deliberate.
His hand closed around hers. His grip was fragile, yet somehow firm, as if he had always known her. Anna’s breath hitched. Dr. Harris looked up sharply from his notes.
“Grant, do you know who she is?” Dr. Harris asked. Grant didn’t answer right away. His brows furrowed in concentration, his gaze never leaving Anna’s face. “I… I don’t know,” he murmured, his voice rough and gravelly from a year of disuse.
“But I feel… like I should.” A chill ran straight down Anna’s spine. Because even though Grant Carter’s mind didn’t remember her, it was clear that something deep inside him did.
The days that followed Grant’s miraculous awakening were a blur of constant tests, intensive therapy, and endless, probing questions. The doctors were utterly amazed by his recovery. Physically, he was incredibly weak, but he was improving.
His muscles, stiff and atrophied from a year of total immobility, were slowly regaining strength through grueling rehabilitation. But mentally? That was a completely different story. Grant couldn’t remember anything at all about the accident.
And the more the doctors pressed him for details, the more visibly frustrated he became.
“Grant, let’s just try again,” Dr. Harris said patiently during one of their sessions. “What is the absolute last thing you remember?” Grant rubbed his temples, his expression tight with tension.
“I… I don’t know.” “Anything? Where you were? What you were doing?” Grant exhaled sharply. “I told you. It’s just… pieces. Flashes of things.”
“Tell me about the flashes.” A long silence filled the office. Then, Grant closed his eyes, his brows drawing together. “I remember… a feeling.”
His voice was slow, very uncertain. “Like… like something was wrong. Like I was in danger.” Anna, who had been listening quietly from the side of the room, suddenly stiffened.
Grant continued, his own fingers clenching into a fist. “There was a road. It was dark. Headlights… And then… nothing. Just black.”
Dr. Harris let out a sigh. “It’s very common for trauma victims to block out the painful memories surrounding the event. It may come back on its own. But for now, we need to focus on your recovery.”
Grant just nodded. But Anna could see the simmering frustration in his tightly clenched jaw. And deep down, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something about this just wasn’t right.
That night, completely unable to stop thinking about it, Anna went down to the hospital archives. She had read Grant’s file countless times before, but this time, she went through every single detail with fresh, suspicious eyes.
And that’s when she finally saw it. It was something she had overlooked before. The official report from the accident reconstruction team stated that Grant’s brakes had failed.
Failed. Not worn out. Not malfunctioned. The report specified they had been tampered with. A cold chill ran down her spine. This wasn’t just an unfortunate, tragic crash.
Someone had actively wanted Grant dead. And he had absolutely no idea. Taking a shaky breath, she quietly closed the thick file.
She knew she had to tell him. Because if someone had tried to get rid of him once, they might very well try again.
Grant’s recovery was progressing at a truly remarkable speed. In just a few short weeks, he had gone from being completely bedridden to sitting up, then eating on his own, and speaking in full, clear sentences. Now, with the help of intensive physical therapy, he was learning how to walk again. And through every single part of it, Anna was there.
Every faltering step. Every painful struggle. Every single frustrating moment where he looked like he wanted to give up, she was the one who pulled him back…
