Chapter 1507
It was late midsummer.
Ethan walked out of the cemetery office, looking pretty down.
He found a random step to sit on.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and struggled to light one, his hands shaking a bit.
For years, Chicago had been coming here twice a year.
The cemetery's surveillance system was awful, only keeping records for up to three months.
By chance, Chicago had visited during the Day of the Dead.
She had almost slipped on a patch of moss on the cobblestone path.
Ethan's ears buzzed at the time, with just one thought: this place is old and rundown; how could she come here?
"The first time Miss came here, she was just a kid, maybe seven or eight years old?" The cemetery manager, pocketing the money Ethan had given him, was in a good mood and willing to chat more with Ethan. "She came alone, speaking in a sweet childlike voice."
Ethan thought about the manager's words.
Images of her at that age flashed through his mind.
He finished half a pack of cigarettes.
Thunder rumbled overhead.
Soon, raindrops began to fall from the sky.
Ethan looked up and didn't move from his spot. He thought he might have missed something very important.
This thought made Ethan feel a sudden pang of anxiety.
After the exhibition tour, Chicago went home and slept for two days straight.
Janna checked on her two or three times, worried she might have died in her sleep.
"My poor child is exhausted!" Janna said, leaning on her cane. "We should hold fewer art exhibitions from now on!"
Fiona helped her to the living room.
Janna glanced at the small table beside her, where a miniature family portrait was displayed.
This year, Janna could feel her health declining significantly. Though she often said she hoped Chicago would always be free and happy, choosing marriage only if she wanted to, her perspective had shifted as she neared the end of her life.
"Melissa's already started dating, and Chicago's almost thirty. Why is there no sign of anyone around her?" Janna grumbled.
"Grandma, Melissa is twenty, that's not early dating. Chicago is twenty-six, still far from thirty," Fiona corrected with a smile.
"And you're not worried as her mom?" Janna glared at her.
"You can't rush these things." Fiona covered Janna's knees with a blanket. "Chicago is strong-willed; she must have her own plans."
"I just wonder if I'll see her settle down before I close my eyes." Janna sighed deeply. "I always said we should keep a child groom, but your husband was so domineering, he sent the boy abroad! I remember Chicago really liked that kid."
It was so long ago.
Janna had forgotten the boy's name.
She only remembered he was smart, reserved, and very handsome.
Fiona didn't respond to this.
From what she knew of Chicago, she and Ethan were unlikely to work out.
The next morning, as the sun rose brightly.
Chicago finally woke up.
She threw on some casual clothes, her hair a mess, and shuffled downstairs in her slippers, grabbing a piece of bread as she headed outside to soak up the sun.
She fed the fish with half a pack of food.
Someone sat down beside her.
"Mom, no work today?" Chicago yawned.
"Did you sleep well?" Fiona asked with a smile.
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