Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 527 Not Even a Moment

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With Jeffrey gone, I turned to leave, but then my gaze landed on Amber and Dominic standing in the

distance.

Dominic, dressed in solemn white, kept to the shadows, his figure barely noticeable. He didn’t want attention. His quiet presence was a tribute to Jeffrey.

Years ago, Jeffrey had unknowingly saved his father and the Carlyns, and Dominic had never forgotten that debt.

Despite their efforts to remain hidden, I noticed them, trying to stay out of sight behind a tree. They looked suspicious, as if they were up to something.

Amber’s voice suddenly broke the stillness. “We’re here to pay respects, not to steal anything. You shouldn’t crouch and skulk around.”

Dominic reached over and ruffled her hair. “Calm down. We’ll get in once the Boltons are gone.”

Their relationship had clearly grown. Amber’s voice wasn’t as sharp as it once was.

It didn’t surprise me. Though Amber had come to love Dominic a little later, they had eventually found each other.

Life isshort, afterall. In theend, whentwopeople trulylove eachother, thepastseemslikesomethingbetterleftbehind.

Dominic’s history wasn’t much different from mine, either. He, too, had been shaped by loss.

I walked over to them, speaking softly, “Amber, it’s been a while.”

Amber jumped, startled. The moment she saw me, her face flushed red with annoyance. “Chloe, are you crazy? Do you enjoy scaring people?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Scaring others isn’t fun. But you, you’re a riot. It’s been forever since I had your homemade fruit juice. I was actually starting to miss it. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? You don’t want to make me any?”

The mention of fruit juice made her blush even deeper. “Don’t you dare bring up fruit juice! You’ve already stolen my son. Isn’t that enough?”

The Emerald Dragon organization had all but crumbled. Yael, the man once protected by the Carlyns, had returned to campus. He’d visit Everett and Everly, bringing them new toys he’d made with his own hands.

He wasn’t as closed off as before. With so much talent, he even started live–streaming his carving sessions. He kept his face hidden, but I’d sometimes tune in. His streams often attracted tens of thousands of viewers.

Mostly women, who’d flood the comments with things like, “Kyah, your hands are perfect!”

“His voice is so calming!”

“Even without seeing his face, I’m pretty sure he’s got abs!”

please lift your shirt so I can screenshot your abs for

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wishing well! Hey, cutic, I’m 56 years old with 30 years of cleaning experience. I make 450 dollars a month, can take care of kids and handle hard work. I’d love to date you—not for your body, but

more than three minutes before I was completely freaked out by the bizarre comments.

think I was obsessed

knew was that the mysterious guy behind the screen was blissfully unaware of all the madness surrounding him–simple, naïve, and completely unaffected by the chaos he

figurines or piecing together intricate crafts. On quiet afternoons, when the weight of the world lifted just a little, he’d sit with the kids, filling the air with gentle melodies from his flute.

house was a collection of his creations, each toy more than just a gift–it was a piece of him, carefully shaped and offered with

watched the kids play, my thoughts drifted to Taylor.

have you heard anything about Taylor?” The question left my lips before I could stop it, the worry

and yet I couldn’t stop searching. I couldn’t

voice barely above a whisper. “We’re still looking. Sometimes I wish we’d put a chip in her, so we could track her no matter where she is.”

you’re here to honor Jeffrey, just go ahead. He asked us not to make

carried the weight of Wisteria’s dark ties. That lingering connection seemed to hang

steady but distant. “He probably

here.”

see him either. If it weren’t for him,

Jeffrey was a victim in all of

us. “Look

truth Carter had revealed to me was darker and crueler

be so callous, so intent on causing harm?

sister

“The organization is falling apart. You’ve already torn through so

Whatever life throws at us. Wherever my lover goes, I go.”

fiery, determined woman I once

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resigned. The change was obvious.

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understand. “People like us don’t get to live like normal folks,” he said quietly. “We’ve saved so many, but we can’t erase the past. Not really.”

wants his parents to love him. You left him once.

in the air, unanswered.

a stroller, came over. His presence was a small relief in