Ryan's P. O. V

I finished reading the last report, added it to the stack, and pushed it aside. I dragged a hand down my face and closed my eyes for a second, letting my head fall back.

A month ago, I was at death's door, fighting to stay alive. Now I'm here, drowning in paperwork again.

Ironic how nothing seems to change even after getting a second chance.

“Why are you still there?" I glanced at Asford, who was standing stiffly at the door. “Come and sit. We haven't had a proper ...