Actually, sometimes she would wonder, especially in the still of the night, she would ask herself, has she really not let go?
She thought for a long time, but in the end, she couldn't get an answer, but there was one thing she was sure of, at least in her heart, the image of Morgan Benson was still so clear...
Despite decades, she hadn't seen him again, yet the man's face was still deeply engraved in her mind!
"Lucia? Lucia!?... Are you done?" As she was deep in thought, her father's voice came from outside the room.
Kaitlyn Webb snapped back to reality, she smiled and got up, walking slowly to open the door.
Lucia was her nickname, which her dad occasionally used, and thinking back to it, Kaitlyn found it quite amusing.
