Chapter 122

Brandon took a quick glance at the photo

Sophia was in the crowd, rocking an oatmeal cocoon cashmere coat that was loose and simple, yet youthfully stylish.

She didn’t bother with a scarf, showing off a glimpse of her fair, slender neck with a well-defined collarbone, no hint of a baby bump in sight.

Her face was just as calm and obedient as ever, with a subtle intellectual vibe. Her getup was low-key, but she still managed to turn heads in the crowd.

If the kid was still around, Sophia would’ve been about 7, pushing 8 months pregnant in February, but he couldn’t tell from the photo.

“There are a few more shots,” Marian said, swiping to the next one.

It was a candid shot of the scene.

Everyone was either looking up or turning to discuss the architecture.

Sophia’s back was caught on camera too, standing alone under a tall building, gazing up at the top, her right hand pointing at something with a pen.

Even in her loose cocoon coat, you could tell she had a slim waist from the silhouette it created.

Her wrists and ankles, not hidden by the coat, were as delicate as a young girl’s.

Even though he expected it, seeing the photo still stirred a faint sense of loss in Brandon.

Marian didn’t miss the look of disappointment on his face and asked curiously, “What’s up?”

shook his head, looking at her,

the same. Classes, after-school stuff, fieldwork she

puzzled, she asked, “Why do

replied, handing

chuckled, taking her phone back.

Louis, who kept peeping out of the house, “Grandpa Louis, I gotta head back.”

out with his cane, “Yolanda’s not home often, why

can’t.” Brandon declined, “Just had a bit

linger, said his goodbyes to Louis, and drove

his

are you

figured someone might be tossing and turning tonight, and I’m too choked up to sleep myself,” Don said, waving a bottle of fine liquor as Brandon

“Why are you drowning your sorrows? It’s

am, barely started, and I’m already shot down. Let me mourn

him thoughtfully, “You’re not seriously

You two are

see what will happen.”

Don grimaced.

dare try. Friends’ exes are off-limits, and even if he had the guts,

him down; he

Don sighed, watching as

ignored him, thumb on the lock,

followed by Don, who made himself at home, grabbing two glasses from the liquor cabinet,

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