The social circle was small. Sooner or later, we were bound to meet. Since avoidance was impossible, there was no need to run.At the photography exhibition, I introduced my works to the distinguished guests in attendance.One piece in particular drew their attention: a landscape of distant mountains, which I had titled Escape.Smiling faintly, I spoke about the piece, but as I turned, I collided head-on with a solid chest. The clean, crisp scent of cedar filled my senses—an aroma I knew all too well.Randy held me tightly. "Zoey, it's been three years… you've finally come back."Tears shone in his reddened eyes, the corners tinged with pink.I shoved him hard, but his grip only tightened, keeping me trapped.It wasn't until Tom rushed over that he was dragged away."Zoey, are you hurt?" Tom asked.Anastasia's face was clouded with worry as her gaze swept over me, checking me from head to toe. Then, she spun toward Randy, fury igniting her voice."Randy, do you have no shame a
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