Grey's POV

It's been years since I saw Doris. Long before Anna. But there she was, stepping into my penthouse like a ghost from a forgotten life. She looked almost the same except that she had dyed her hair black…or it was a wig.

“Grey Thomas.”

Her voice was velvet soft, laced with a smile as though we were best of friends or she'd erased the humiliation I had heaped on her when I realized I couldn't love her the way she deserved. Or any way at all.

She stepped in, and the ...