Rachel's POV
The words Vincent said at the ski resort followed me all the way home.
I tried to focus on other things during the drive back, project reports, emails, approval requests from department heads that had been sitting in my inbox since morning. None of it held. My mind kept returning to the same moment, the same words, the same quiet certainty in his voice when he said them.
I got another chance at life. I want to rewrite the person I used to be.
I hated that those words were still in my head. I hated that I'd replayed them more than once on the drive and was apparently still replaying them now. Most of all I hated that a small, inconvenient part of me was wondering whether he actually meant them.
The penthouse was quiet when I got back. I set my bag on the table and walked
