I'm dying of jealousy

He has changed so much.

Over the three years, he has grown much older.

His whole head is gray and so is his beard on his crinkly skin.

"Why are you back?"

That's the first question he asks me the moment I sit opposite him at the coffee table.

"This was not the agreement."

I look at Mr. Jean right in the eye and say, "I didn't want to come back. But I had to."

He glares at me.

"You broke our agreement," he retorts. "I gave you money for you to disappear forever then you come back looking for my son again?"

"I didn't know he was in this town, I swear!"

"I might be old but doesn't mean I'm stupid, kiddo. I give you money, you disappear then you come back years later and you go back to working for the same boss, my son. It can't be a coincidence. I know what you