Jared's eyes drooped, his head still spinning from the flood of memories.
He felt a mix of emotions: regret, longing, and determination.
He knew he had to make things right with Megan, but he was unsure if she would even want to see him.
With a deep breath, he stood up and began packing his suitcase.
His hands shook with anticipation as he zipped it up.
Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence.
"Come in," Jared called out, his voice firm.
Mark walked in, concern etched on his face. "Hey, man, how's it going? You look like you've been through a lot."
Jared nodded, his eyes locked on Mark's. "I have, Mark. I remember everything now. And I know what I need to do."
"I need to see Megan, Mark. I need to make things right", he added his mind still reeling from the memories.
Mark's expression turned serious. "Jared, are you sure that's a good idea? She's been through a lot, and she might not want to see you."