During the trip, I started painting again.
Harrison’s grandmother was a painter; I’d
loved art since childhood.
But with Harrison, he forbade me from painting.
Simply because Sarah Miller was a painter. I thought my painting would upset him,
remind him of her.
Later, I overheard him say:
“When Claire paints, I think of Sarah. Claire isn’t worthy of being compared to Sarah.” Sarah was gone, yet Harrison constantly reminded me of her.
The Hayes house still used Sarah’s incense, her dishes; the garden was filled with her favorite jasmine.
On the second floor, next to Harrison’s room,
Join the bookshelf
く
was a locked room.
It was cleaned weekly.
Harrison spent half of each month there.
The year after Sarah’s death, Harrison’s
grandmother ordered the room cleaned out.
Harrison was furious.
“If that room is gone, I’m leaving this house.”
He personally retrieved everything from the
garbage, replacing it all himself.
The room became a forbidden zone, Sarah a
forbidden topic.
The day before leaving Sichuan, a trending
topic caught my eye.
“Hayes Family Heir Apparent Possibly Has
New Girlfriend”
I clicked.
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The photos showed Harrison with another
woman.
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Chapter 2
The irony was thick.
Did Harrison truly love Sarah? He even kept a doppelganger close to his heart?
In the photos, Harrison had his head bowed
as the woman combed his hair.
He carefully shielded her head as she got out
of the car.
He served her dishes and peeled shrimp for
her at dinner.
Though I only ever loved Harrison, I knew true
love is irreplaceable, that there’s no such
thing as a substitute.
