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She offered him a warm smile as she reached for his hand. “Hey. I’m fine.”

“I’m glad.”

“I’m really fine. And I’m sorry I panicked. Those memories without any other context were difficult for me. But I’m fine now.”

He kept his eyes focused on the floor as she spoke. “Julia, I’m sorry about what happened.”

“It’s okay, it was an accident. And I have all my memories back now.”

Kyle lifted his eyes to her, offering a slight smile.

“Yes, she finally remembers me instead of just you,” Sierra said. “All’s right with the world.”

“We are all very happy your memory is back completely,” Grant said with a squeeze of her shoulder.

“No one’s happier about that than me,” she said. “We can finally put this entire nightmare behind us and move forward.”

The words were music to Grant’s ears. They had so much to talk about. But one thing was at the forefront of his mind.

“Speaking of putting the nightmare behind us,” Grant said. “You called me before your accident and said you knew who was behind DG Industries. Who was it?”

Julia’s smile faded as her eyebrows pinched. “Oh no.”

“What is it?” Grant asked, concern sweeping over him.

“I don’t remember that. I remember everything else, but…everything from that night is gone.” She looked at him with a discouraged glance. “I don’t know who it was.”

His relief at her recovery was tinged with disappointment. The mystery of DG Industries still loomed over them like a dark cloud. As he watched her, a resolve formed within him. They would face this challenge together as a team, unraveling the secrets that threatened their future.

CHAPTER 26

JULIA

Julia drummed her fingers against her forearm as she frowned. Despite remembering almost everything, her mind failed to recall the person she had identified as the driving force behind DG Industries.

Her relief over regaining her memories was short-lived as frustration set in over not being able to answer Grant’s question.

A tangle of emotions knotted in her chest, a mix of relief and exasperation. Each memory she’d regained represented a victory, yet the elusive shadow around the accident loomed large, an unsolved puzzle that gnawed at her.

“Stop trying to remember it, Julia, that’ll only make things worse,” Grant said as he grabbed her hand.

“I can’t believe I can remember everything but what happened right around the accident.” She rubbed her fingers against her forehead.

Grant squeezed her hand. “Well, that’s not surprising. I’m just glad you remember everything else.”

“So am I,” she admitted as Dr. Gray strode into the room with his tablet.

“Well, I see you’re awake and you’re remembering.”

Julia smiled at him and nodded. “Yes. I am. So, can I leave?”

“I’m beginning to think you don’t like me,” he said with a frown.

“It’s not you. It’s me. I’m fine. I remember everything. I feel fine. I want to go home.”

He glanced at her chart before he winced. “I’d rather you stay here for at least the night just in case.”

“I’d really rather go home.” The sterile white walls and soft hum of the medical equipment felt confining, a stark contrast to the freedom she yearned for. She longed for the familiar comforts of Harrington House, away from the clinical, impersonal surroundings.

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