Ana's POV
The three of us stepped into Garret's home.
I'd pictured someone like Garret living in chaos, but the cramped, worn-down space surprised me with its cleanliness.
Even the empty bottles from his drinking were neatly arranged on the single table dominating the tiny living room.
We grabbed three plastic stools and settled down.
Garret positioned himself at the table, studying us. His attention zeroed in on me. "You paid my parents' medical bills?"
I nodded. "Yes." After the school anniversary disaster, I'd reached out to a doctor I knew and covered Gaile's parents' expenses. I'd also checked on their conditions.
Two elderly people—one battling uremia, the other lost to dementia—stuck in different wings of separate hospitals.
Only now did I grasp how crushing it must've been for Garret, juggling medical costs for both parents while barely surviving himself.
