Grayson had only seen you once in his life. His father was a psychiatrist at a mental hospital in New York, and he had been to visit.

It was when he was 8, and he saw a little girl just a bit younger than him in one of the rooms.

He remembered your name clearly.

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You were drawing, sitting on the floor, by yourself.

They told him you were sick.

Now he was back, 11 years later, a tall, mature, handsome young lawyer.

He went to see his father, only to find you were still there.