The Knight’s estate remained unchanged. As I strolled past the garden, time froze and my childhood replayed before my eyes. I recalled Father’s warm embrace, Lovie’s giggles, and Mother’s watchful eyes as Father spun me in the air, allowing my skin to bathe under the sunlight.
It was noon now, though. Those memories were the past in every possible way and as I entered the grand living room, Sylvia’s eyes met mine.
“You came,” she whispered with a soft smile playing on her lips.
“Today is the anniversary of my father's death, Sylvia. How could I not?”
The plan was simple: attend the dinner and say goodbye to the life I could have had. But as green orbs met mine - a few feet away - sat at the dinner table - I knew my plan had already failed.
I turned to Sylvia. “You set me up.”
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