Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2741

Flipping further, she saw photos of herself at six, seven, eight... all the way to adulthood.

She had a cool personality and disliked having her picture taken, so there weren't many. But every time a photo was taken, whether candid or a formal group shot, her grandfather had it developed and saved, a yearly testament to her growth.

They were all slowly growing up, and her grandfather was slowly growing old.

Unconsciously, Estelle’s vision blurred. She took a deep breath and continued to look.

Gabriel’s photos were much like hers, a few from each year, some solo shots and some group photos. His collection was more complete, though, even including pictures from when he was born.

After a moment, he closed the album and looked up with a faint smile. “I used to be so impatient when we took these photos, but looking at them now, I realize how meaningful they are.”

Old Mr. Jarvis sipped his tea and asked Estelle, “I originally intended to put this album in your dowry, but after much thought, I couldn't bear to part with it. If you want it, I can have a copy made for you.”

Estelle looked up, her clear eyes glistening. “There’s no need for a copy. Just keep it here, Grandpa. I can always come back to look at it whenever I want.”

Old Mr. Jarvis smiled kindly. “Alright!”

Gabriel pointed to a photo and said to Estelle, “This was when I had just taken you to the training camp. Grandpa was worried and insisted on seeing you, so I snapped a quick picture. You were so tan and had a scrape on your face. When Grandpa saw it, he called me immediately and yelled at me, demanding I send you home.”

Estelle leaned over to see the photo. In it, her forehead was wrapped in a bandage, and her face was scraped up. She did look a bit rough.

She was surprised, having no memory of such a photo ever being taken.

Looking at the picture, the memories of her first days at the training camp flashed through her mind like a film reel.

Many forgotten moments became clear once again.

After that photo was one of her and Gabriel, a group picture taken when they came home for the holidays that year.

She had grown a lot taller. Though still thin, her back was straight, and her body had gained strength.

At seventeen, she had been much wilder than she was now—more like a cat, really.

“This should be my photo, it doesn’t belong in your album!” The man removed the picture and placed it in his own album.

Estelle looked at the empty space left behind, then took the photo of herself from when she first joined the training camp from Gabriel’s album and placed it in the gap.

Every photo held a special memory. The three of them reminisced as they looked through the pictures, and before they knew it, it was past midnight.

Old Wade came in to bring Old Mr. Jarvis his calming tea, asking respectfully, “Still not sleeping, sir?”

Old Mr. Jarvis laughed. “Talking with them just gives me more energy.”

Gabriel stood up. “Grandpa, you should get some sleep. You have to be up early tomorrow. Estelle, you too.”