As Celeste drove away from the equestrian center, she found bherself /bunsure of where to go.

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Lottie and Matthias had their own ns, and while she considered going back to the Rodriguez residence, thought of returning alone without Jordyn made her hesitate–Betty would only grow more concerned for her.

These thoughts swirled in her mind as she passed a wend bpark/b. Families were camping, couples were enjoying time together, and young adults were bringing their parents out for a rxing day.

Seeing their happy, loving interactions, Celeste couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy band /ban ache deep in her chest.

After driving for a while longer, she suddenly pulled over.

She picked up her phone, hesitating for a long moment before finally dialing a number.

When the call connected, she asked, “Hello, Dr. Harrison. How is my mother doing?”

An hour and a halfter, Celeste arrived at Harmony Nursing Home.

Standing in the courtyard, her gaze fell on a frail, vacant–looking Isabelle seated on a bench in the distance. Isabelle’s face was gaunt and hollow. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant, beautiful woman Celeste remembered from her childhood.

Even though Celeste had grown ustomed to this sight over the years, her heart still couldn’t find peace.

A soft voice broke her thoughts. “She’s the same as always no change,” Noah said.

Isabelle couldn’t be exposed to people from her past. Any such encounter would send her spiraling into another episode. Her current state of rare tranquility was something Celeste dared not disturb.

After a while, worried that Isabelle might notice her presence, Celeste quietly left the courtyard.

She walked farther away and said to Noah and the staff caring for Isabelle, “I’ll leave Isabelle in your capable hands.”

“You’re too kind, Ms. Rodriguez. It’s our duty,”

Through a bss /bwindow, Celeste stole another nce at Isabelle. After leaving behind some books and supplies she had brought for her, she left the nursing house.

Though her body had departed the nursing house, her heart remained heavy.

On her way back, Celeste passed the wend park again.

Looking at the kites filling the sky, she impulsively turned her bcar /baround and drove into the bpark/b.

A gentle breeze caressed her faceb, /bthe sunshine was warm, and the scenery was lovely.

But everyone around her seemed to havepany–families, couples, or friends. Alone, she felt out of ce.

As she stood by ba /bsmall stall, debating whether to buy a kite for herself, ba /bsmall hand suddenly grabbed her finger and shook it gently.

“Ms. Rodriguez.”

Celeste turned in surprise. “Shanice?”

Shanice nodded slightly. She was still holding onto Celeste finger.

“Shanice

Beck approached, and his voice trailed off when he bsaw /bCeleste. After a brief pause, he asked, “Are you here for some fun too?”

“Yes,” Celeste replied.

“Did you bring Jo with you?”

Celeste lowered her gaze and said tly; “No, I’m here alone.”

Hearing this, Beck seemed to understand something and didn’t press further.

As she wasn’t particrly close with Beck, Celeste was about to excuse herself when Shanice looked up and said, Ms. Rodriguez, let’s fly a kite together.”

Celeste gently declined. “I can’t. I have something else to do.”

Shanice’s face fell. “Oh.”

Beck said, “Join us. It’s just the two of us here.”

Sensing her hesitation, he added, “I’ll just watch from the side and won’t bother you. Think of it as giving Shanice a ymate.”

Celeste had always liked Shanice.

And she really didn’t bwant /bto be alone right now.

Hearing this, she finally agreed.

Together with Shanice, Celeste picked bout /ba blue butterfly kite they both liked.

Celeste had experience flying kites from her outings with Jordyn. She was fairly skilled.

However, the kite they picked wasrger than expected, and Shanice was too small to handle it.

Quickly, Beck stepped forward to help them manage it.