Chapter 12

Natthan was dressed in a sharp suit, his hair perfectly styled. But his eyes were bloodshot, and messy stubble shadowed his jaw. When he saw Joyce, he gripped her wrist so hard she thought he might crush the bone. Pulling her into his arms, he finally felt a sense of relief. "Joyce! I've been looking for you for two years straight! Do you know what those years were like for me?" He had not expected her to still be alive. After all, everyone had told him she was dead. In those two years, he had drifted around aimlessly. She did not leave a single thing behind. Even their marital bedroom was now a nursery. Looking back, their memories had been burned down to ash by him. He had lost their marriage certificate, and their dog had been killed by his own hands. Nothing was left. He might have given up entirely if he hadn't stumbled across the painting one day. That was when he knew Joyce was still alive. And now, he found her. However, Nathan did not think about what it meant for her