Listening to their conversation, Sylvia had a feeling it was related to what Gabriel had mentioned earlier—about her birthmark and
the search for Grace's relative.
Grace's phone rang. She glanced at the screen, then got up and walked away to take the call. Sylvia could faintly hear a man’s
voice on the other end, speaking in broken phrases.
Now, only Sylvia and Gabriel were left at the table, sitting opposite each other.
Gabriel looked at her, his voice low. “Vivian had a daughter once. She was lost, and they never found her. Sometago, in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitadel, Estelle met a girl whose age and physical characteristics matched Vivian's daughter.”
“Evelyn?” Sylvia asked. The only girl from Citadel she could think of was Evelyn. It suddenly made sense why Estelle had brought
her back to | City.
“Yes,” Gabriel confirmed.
“If they've already found her, why won't Grace go back and see her?” Sylvia asked, confused.
“There have been false leads before, many times. | think she’s afraid of being disappointed again,” Gabriel said, taking a sip of
water. “No one has suffered more from losing a child than her.”
He could still vividly remember the raw, agonizing pain on Grace's face when Nana first went missing.
Sylvia couldn't fullyprehend her pain, but she understood the agony of losing a loved one. She glanced over at Grace, who
was still on the phone, and felt a tightness in her chest. She had never imagined Grace was carrying such a heavy sorrow.
“How long are you staying here?” Gabriel asked Sylvia.
Sylvia's fingers lightly tapped her juice glass as she looked down. “I haven't decided yet. Probably a few more days.”
“Why?” he pressed, his gaze fixed on her.
Sylvia's eyes flickered. “No reason,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Grace just got back, and | want to spend stwith her.
And maybe learn a little about painting.”
She looked up at him, her expression serious. “You don’t need to read anything into it.”
“I'm not,” Gabriel said, turning his head to look at the record player. “You didn’t know | was here when you came.”
Sylvia was speechless.
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