Little Noah and little Chloe had once walled the same path.
But in the end, they still drifted apart.
Two years later.
A friend mentioned Simon to me in passing.
After losing his ability to paint, his life took a downward spiral.
In the end, he sold his studio and left the city.
No one knew where he went.
He had cut ties with everyone.
As for Noah, he had lived up to expectations, rising to become a highly successful young entrepreneur.
I wasn’t doing too badly myself–I had been recognized as an outstanding teacher in the city, an honor I shared with another
female colleague.
That day
day, the two of us were in a car on our way to the award ceremony.
As we waited at a red light, a large LED screen on a nearby shopping mall caught my eye.
