LOGINEveryone in Harbor City knew that my father maintained two households, one in the north and one in the south. My mother and I lived in Northport, while he kept his lifesaver and her daughter in Southport Years ago, Evelyn Hart took a knife meant for him during an explosion at the docks. He promised her his devotion for life. My mother fought with him over it for more than a decade. The women in their social circle mocked her for clinging to her position as Mrs. Lawson when she could not even drive his so-called lifesaver away. That changed when my mother became pregnant with my little brother. Evelyn flew into a hysterical rage over the phone and pressured my father to give her an answer. That very night, my father took my mother to the hospital and forced her to terminate the pregnancy. "Ava, we can have more children in the future, but I can’t abandon her and her daughter." The night my little brother was gone, my mother suddenly stopped crying. She simply held me and whispered. "Minnie, I’m going home." I knew that my mother was a system agent. She would survive as long as she gave my father a son and a daughter. But now, the mission had failed. The countdown above my mother’s head kept ticking down day by day. I called my father again and again, crying and begging him to come home and see my mother. However, he only snapped coldly. "Hasn’t your mother caused enough trouble after all these years? Tell her to stop using you and her life to compete for my affection." But this time, my mother truly had not been bluffing. The day the countdown reached zero, she slowly stopped breathing in my arms. I wiped away my tears and called the hospital. From that day on, I had neither a father nor a mother.
View MoreAt ten o’clock the next morning, my solo exhibition, Toward Life, officially opened.The gallery was packed with art journalists and critics.Camera flashes went off nonstop.I stood in the center of the exhibition hall in a simple white dress, answering questions from reporters.After the interviews ended, I walked to the deepest part of the gallery.A painting marked “Not for Sale” hung there.It was titled “Moonlight.”The painting used no complicated colors, only broad expanses of blank space.A soft beam of moonlight fell across a black piano.A woman in a red dress sat before it, seen from behind.Her hands rested lightly on the keys.It was Mom.It was also the most beautiful version of her in my memories.There was no countdown forcing her forward and no despair from a failed mission.She was simply herself.A gifted pianist and painter.A mother who loved me."This painting is beautiful."A silver-haired art critic stood before it and praised it sincerely."The woman in the pa
Justin knelt on the floor, digging his fingers desperately into the cracks between the tiles."I found out the truth. Minnie, I uncovered everything that happened back then."He lifted his head, terrifying red veins filling his eyes."The pier explosion was never an accident! Evelyn bribed a local thug to plant explosives beneath my car! I reopened the old case and tracked that thug down at a casino in Avarra. I had his hands and legs broken, and he confessed to everything."Evelyn paid him one hundred thousand dollars to plant the explosives beneath my car. She planned to time the blast perfectly, then play the heroine who saved my life."But the explosives went off too early. She was so frightened that she hid behind a shipping container and didn’t dare come out."Justin’s chest heaved violently, and every word carried the metallic taste of blood."Your mother was the one who rushed forward and took the knife meant for me! She lost so much blood, yet she still shielded my head with h
The plane landed at the airport.I carried the black bundle close to my chest as I stepped out of the terminal.The wind carried a chill, without the sticky humidity of Harbor City.I hugged the bundle closer to my chest."Mom, we’re here."It took me three full days to settle in.I rented a red-brick house with an attic. A huge skylight filled the attic with unobstructed sunlight.One bright morning, I walked into the yard.I spent the entire morning digging into the earth by hand before scattering Mom’s ashes beneath the tall magnolia tree.The grayish-white powder slowly disappeared beneath the soil.I did not put up a gravestone for Mom.She didn’t need cold stone weighing her down. She deserved to grow freely.I stood up and brushed the dirt from my hands.The wind rustled through the leaves.My entrance interview at Westbridge College of Art went smoothly.The professor who welcomed me had been Mom’s mentor—a silver-haired woman from Bellmare.She turned through my portfolio page
Winnie stepped out of the room and covered her nose in disgust."Mr. Lawson, why are you touching that disgusting stuff? Minnie brought this filthy garbage here on purpose to make everyone sick."Justin suddenly raised his head, terrifying blood vessels filling his eyes.He stared fixedly at the leather shoes on Winnie’s feet.Stains from the ashes still clung to the soles."You stepped on her."Justin’s voice was so hoarse that it was impossible to recognize its tone.Evelyn sensed that something was wrong and hurried to shield her daughter."Justin, Winnie didn’t know any better. Don’t blame her."Justin grabbed Evelyn by the throat and slammed her hard against the wall."You knew better. You knew better when you pretended to be depressed and pressured me into hanging up on the hospital."You knew better when you let your daughter crush my wife’s ashes!"Evelyn struggled to breathe as her face turned purplish-red.She desperately beat at Justin’s arm with both hands.Winnie burst int


















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