Chapter 9

In the photograph, my sister looked happy, showing no signs of her autism.

It seemed she truly enjoyed being with Vivienne's family. In the past, she always appeared silent and awkward around Myra.

I blamed myself for focusing too much on Myra and not giving her enough attention.

"Everyone in the family adores Celeste. Since she left, Grandpa often stares at her photos, lost in thought," Vivienne said as she arranged the lilies my sister loved.

She then filled me in on how things had been for her these past few years.

Suddenly, she grasped my hand, looking at me with determination in her eyes.

"Damien, you're not alone. I'll be by your side, just like when we were kids and you rescued me from that cliff, refusing to let go even when you were hurt."

I was stunned for a few seconds, recalling the girl who had fallen off the cliff when we were young.

Everything became clear. No wonder she was so kind to Celeste, no wonder she was so warm towards me.