Two years later, Dorian saw Carys again at a medical school anniversary event.
The auditorium was packed for the medical school's 100th anniversary.
As a distinguished alumnus, Dorian had been invited to give a lecture.
Afterward, the host invited several donors onto the stage for a group photo.
Dorian had been standing off to the side, adjusting his cuff links.
Then he heard a familiar name.
"Next, please welcome Mr. Rhys Tremayne and Ms. Carys Whitcombe."
His hands stopped.
Carys walked onto the stage.
She wore a beige dress, her hair pinned up at the back of her head.
She was thinner than before, but no longer pale.
The lights fell across her face as she turned to say something to Rhys, a faint smile touching her lips.
Dorian stood at the side of the stage and almost forgot
