Herbert's eyes grew misty as he looked at the picture frame.

Inside was a portrait-of himself.

He leaned against the wall of Jessica's old house, a gardenia bush blooming behind him. He couldn't have been more than twelve.

She still remembered him, just as he was back then.

"Jessy really has a gift for papercutting. Her portraits are almost lifelike-only she could pull that off," Vince said, unable to hold back his admiration.

Herbert knew she had that kind of talent. The paper lady she'd cut for his mother had been just as vivid, almost as if it could step off the page.

"It really does look like you, Herbert. Was that you as a kid?" Ines had also noticed the figure in the frame.

Timothy, who'd been silent until now, suddenly lost his composure. Leaning hard on his cane, he hurried over.

The four of them were chatting, so no one noticed Timothy approach. He reached out and took the picture frame right out of Herbert's hands.

All conversation stopped. Everyone glanced up at once.

Even though Timothy had never seen Herbert as a boy, the resemblance was obvious. And the background was unmistakably Jessica's house.

So, they'd known each other that well as kids?

"Give it back," Herbert said, standing up abruptly and reaching for the frame. His face was tense, as if someone had stolen something precious from him.

Jessica too stood up, impatience flashing in her eyes. She grabbed the frame, trying to take it back.

held on, refusing

Jessica

Timothy's chest. His voice was low, almost icy. "The day we filed for divorce, what did you promise me? Do you need me

Jessica and Herbert. Vince had even vouched for it-Herbert might have loved Jessica, but he'd always been proper, never crossing the

even after seven years of

still cherish those memories

was scared-terrified, actually-of

you want to remind me of? That before our

to cut. Vince, sitting nearby, just watched the

silent, simply

chosen Timothy without hesitation. She could understand why Jessica wanted

Jessica's resolve was

unwavering she wanted the

Timothy, on the other

desperate to hold on.

keep

don't want to

Come home with me."

you wouldn't restrict my

to

it clear-if he didn't let go, she'd truly be

to release the frame. Jessica

to Herbert's face as he sat

"I'll go home when I'm finished eating. Go take care of

and turned to Vince, Herbert, and Ines. Her face

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