"Ms. Richardson, we've confirmed that the recipient of the donation has opened an art studio in Granite City, Northwell. We've emailed you the details. Please take a look," the private investigator said. "Also, your flight is booked. It departs at 3:00 pm today.""He" still loved to paint, after all.My heart jumped with excitement. I began packing my bags, ready to rush toward my next encounter. I wondered if this version of him, who still loved to paint, would fall for me all over again.A moment later, my phone buzzed. It was my dad."Ness, the Zellers are asking for an outrageous amount. They think just because of you—""Dad," I interrupted softly. "I'm finished with the Zellers. You can cut off all business support for them."Dad let out a soft sigh. "Alright."After a brief pause, he added, "Ness… he's gone. But you still have me. I'll always be your strongest support.""I know. Thanks, Dad. I'll leave the matter of the called-off wedding in your hands."I had barely hun
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