When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 1013

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Miranda lifted the lid of the metal box and saw several smaller ones inside, some of which were neatly wrapped. On top lay a pink box that caught her eye-“Emilia Quimby,” scrawled in bold black marker. What a coincidence… Just like Emilia had caught her eye in the graduation photo–not just for her beauty, but for something more.

As the shutter clicked, the lens captured Emilia tilting her head slightly, and her gaze fell on Paul, who stood beside her.

It was as if she had only just begun to turn when the photo was snapped. The motion was subtle, but her gaze was already fixed on him with quiet intensity.

“Did you drive here today?” Christine asked.

“Yeah.” Miranda nodded.

“Great. Could you take this box to Paul for me? I’ve been holding onto it for years and nearly forgot about it.”

“Sure.” Miranda loaded the box into the car’s trunk, then returned to the living room to watch TV with Christine. She stayed until she made sure Christine had soaked her feet properly before getting up to leave.

At that moment, Olivia’s excited voice echoed from outside. It was muffled and indistinct. “Oh?…It’s you? What are you doing here? Come in.”

Moments later, she bustled into the house and exclaimed, “Dr. Young, guess who’s here.”

Christine looked up, and her expression brightened in surprise. “Paul! What are you doing here?”

I’d stop by

that even a fool wouldn’t have believed it.

better excuse. The thought

anything. “Did you and Miranda plan

asked, “How have you been

The doctor said last year’s treatment worked

to

with us.” Then, she turned to Olivia, “Get Paul some rice pudding, and skip the rum raisins–he’s

“Got it.”

across from Christine. Instead, he chose to sit next to

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of them chatted for a while before Christine glanced

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on Olivia. I wonder what’s taking her so long?” She stood up and

the kitchen.

Paul were left alone

you doing

to check on Dr. Young and thought I’d pick

I drove here.” Miranda didn’t really need anyone to

returned home yet, and I missed you. I couldn’t sit still,