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Six months later, my life stabilized. I had a steady job, and Chloe became a close friend.
She invited me to her art exhibition—I took time off to go.
Many pieces were from our mountain trips—capturing a peace far from city chaos.
Crowds gathered, admiring and discussing. “Chloe's work really embodies nature and vitality.”
“I heard this is her final show. Let's buy a few for collection.”
Soon, staff tagged many pieces as sold.
I wondered—why her last show when it was so successful?
I looked for Chloe and found her confidently engaging with media.
In her designer dress and radiant makeup, she seemed different.
Was this the same girl who'd shared silly stories with me?
I hesitated to approach.
Then, a voice spoke behind me:
“Congratulations, Mr. Lynch. Your daughter is incredibly talented.”
I froze.
After six months, I still recognized Evelyn's voice instantly.
She passed by, then stopped and turned. Frowning, she said:
“What are you doing here?”
She looked me over and smirked. “Regretting it now? Tracking my schedule to beg forgiveness?”
