Chapter 1786

Seven years later, the Potter Mansion hummed with quiet joy.

Debra and Marion's married life settled into a peaceful groove. Friends dropped by now and then, chatting about business rivalries or family quirks.

One day, the grown-ups gathered in the front hall, planning an afternoon trip to the cemetery.

In the back garden, seven-year-old Lillian swung on the swing set. Eight-year-old Solomon pushed her from behind.

Lillian chirped in her sweet, childish voice, "My dad and mom said we're going to see Uncle Andrew this afternoon. Do you think he'd like my black dress or the red one?"

Solomon kept pushing. "Doesn't matter. He can't see it either way. Go with black. My mom says you wear black to the cemetery."

"But he told me he liked me in red."

"Dead people don't talk."

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