Beth pulled her suitcase and walked past him without a single pause, not a flicker of hesitation. "I created my own miracle. It has nothing to do with him anymore."…Rick never saw his "miracle."One late night, after exhausting the last of his strength, he closed his eyes forever.In his hand was still tightly clenched the pen Beth had left behind—the one etched with a tiny star, the one she hadn't taken.His funeral was quietly held. Few attended: mostly Allen family relatives and some business associates. Almost no one from the academic world showed up.It rained lightly that day, a soft drizzle that soaked the earth.Just as the ceremony was about to end, a woman in a black trench coat appeared at the cemetery gate, holding a black umbrella.It was Beth.Everyone froze.Rick's mother, eyes red with grief, rushed forward, almost as if to tear her apart."What are you doing here?! You curse! You killed my son! Get lost!"Beth did not respond.She walked straight to Rick
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