Sylvia felt a bit embarrassed, knowing she couldn’t fool Georgia. She gave a soft laugh. “It was just a misunderstanding, that’s all.”
*
She and Georgia talked late into the night. When Sylvia finally returned to her room, she took a shower, dried her hair, and lay in bed, unable to sleep.
She tried reading a book, but her mind wandered. She soon tossed it aside and rolled onto her stomach.
Sometime after midnight, her phone vibrated. Sylvia immediately checked it and saw an invitation to share music with someone. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
She slipped on her headphones; gentle, soothing music filled her ears, and emotions surged inside her, leaving her heart unsettled for a long while.
When the song ended, she picked up her phone and sent a message: [Are you still upset?]
He replied almost immediately: [That’s not what I want to hear.]
Sylvia: [Then what do you want to hear?]
Teaser: [Figure it out for yourself. Tell me when you know.]
Sylvia pressed her phone to her forehead, and after a moment, a soft smile appeared on her lips.
She didn’t reply, and soon fell asleep, still holding her phone.
*
On Saturday morning, Georgia woke up to see her father and Sylvia pruning flowers in the garden. Even from a distance, she could see the delighted smile on Old Mr. Quintin’s face.
Recently, Old Mr. Quintin had been in great spirits, and it showed in everything he did.
Old Mr. Jarvis sat in the living room, sipping tea. Georgia walked over to say hello and smiled, “This really reminds me of when Nana was little—she used to follow Dad everywhere.”
Old Mr. Jarvis set down his teacup and chuckled. “These days, it seems like Old Mr. Quintin wants Sylvia by his side for everything.”
“Georgia Quintin, I’m back in the country!”
Georgia already knew that Page had returned—a classmate mentioned a few days ago that Page had been asking about her.
She just hadn’t expected him to call her directly.
After the initial surprise, Georgia quickly regained her composure. “Is there something you want?”
“I just… wanted to see you,” Page’s voice had grown deeper since their youth. “There’s nothing more to it—I’ve always felt guilty about what happened. If I don’t see you, I’ll never be at peace.”
Georgia let out a cold laugh. “It’s been twenty years, and you only feel guilty now? There’s no need.”
“Just one meeting. I won’t be in the country long. Maybe this will be the only time we ever see each other again,” he said quietly.
Page’s words left Georgia feeling unexpectedly desolate.

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