Sharon’s POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, my laptop propped up on my knees. My fingers hesitated over the keyboard before typing "Douglas Herrmann" into the search bar. I had to know more about this mysterious man who had somehow stumbled into my life twice. The screen filled with headlines and images of him, his face familiar yet foreign, like a famous person whose name I couldn't quite remember.

"Douglas Herrmann: The Home Run King," one ...