‘Memories that are… long forgotten?’

Deirdre gazed contemplatively as Ryker hastily left the room. She carefully wrapped up a dessert and hid it in her bag.

The door swung open again just three minutes after Ryker's departure.

Deirdre was surprised. "Mr. Wight, you're back—"

But as she looked up, her voice trailed off. She was in disbelief, her pupils slightly constricting.

"Brendan? What brought you here?"

Brendan appeared in a wheelchair. He was wearing a white suit that accentuated his