Sierra pressed her lips together. In the end, she could not stay cold toward an elderly who had treated her with kindness from beginning to end.
Even so, basic civility was all she could manage to give Cyrus.
For the next half hour, Sierra sat in Anna’s old room and looked around.
There were photos of her mother during her youth, pictures with friends, and all kinds of trophies she had won. Aside from the photos receiving those trophies, Nathan was also in every group picture. The two of them stood in the center, their eyes and smiles full of confidence and hope for the future.
Back then, Anna had been bright, fearless, and full of life.
“Do you want to hear about your mother’s younger days?” Cyrus asked. “I can tell you about them when we have time.”
Sierra paused, then refused right away. “No need.”
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whats
ure those good old days when Anna had been a free spirit, glowing in brilliance from these photos and
ant to hear it. I’ll tell you e your dreams. I’ll have a
Sierra’s chest.
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s I’m still alive.” Cyrus was being gentle with her. “And self and come back to tell you myself.”
whole city treated with awe, yet now he was teasing her like
ave turned out very differently.”
had hit them at the same time.
and forced down the emotions ris
‘Let’s go.”
k then, if only…
hile he was alive.
king that if Anna
him and love h
d probably have been the happiest old man in king care of him.
nd had touched one of his deepest wounds. She had really
had agreed to it without saying a word.
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Only after everyone had taken their seats at the dining table did Cyrus seem to come back to himself. Looking at Sierra, who was seated rather far away, he said, “Sierra, come sit with me.”
Everyone at the table looked over, but no one said a thing
Sierra got up from her chair and moved over.
The atmosphere at the table was unusually quiet.
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