When I returned to the hospital, I heard Grant lashing out at someone before I even reached the room. It was unlike him to raise his voice. Of course, I expected the change in demeanor. The man had gone through Hell and back. If it hadn’t altered his personality—just a little—it would have worried me.
His transformation unnerved me. Grant, always a gentle man, had morphed into a moody beast. Arguing with the nurse wasn’t like him.
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