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?”

her, “Was Sophia any different back then?”

after-school stuff, fieldwork she was seriously into her

she asked, “Why do

replied, handing back the phone,

Marian chuckled, taking her

Louis, who kept peeping out of the house, “Grandpa Louis,

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

“Just had a

linger, said his goodbyes to Louis, and

home, he bumped into Don hanging by his front door with

are you doing here?”

a bottle of fine liquor as Brandon exited the elevator, “We’re in the same boat,

a look, “Why are you drowning your sorrows? It’s not your

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

thoughtfully, “You’re not seriously into Sophia, are

two are divorced.”

you’ll see

Don grimaced.

dare try. Friends’ exes are off-limits, and even if he had the guts, he couldn’t handle it.

no-nonsense attitude was wearing him down; he just wanted

fall for the same woman?” Don sighed, watching as Brandon’s thumb pressed the fingerprint

him, thumb on the lock,

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

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