A year later, when I got accepted into his university, I saw him smile for the first time since Harriet’s death.
On the day I moved in, he drove me to my dorm in a rented car.
As we carried my luggage, I began to overhear whispers around us.
“Hey, isn’t that the guy who played the third lead in that hit show?”
“I think it is! He’s even more handsome in person than on TV!”
“It’s definitely him. His name’s Evan Coleman, right? How could anyone forget that face?”
I was confused, but as more people gathered around, it became clear they were talking about Evan.
From their conversations, I learned that Evan had entered the entertainment industry and played a supporting role in a popular drama.
I had been so focused on my studies over the past year that I hadn’t followed any entertainment news. This revelation caught me by surprise.
Evan was soon surrounded by fans. He signed autographs politely, flashing a warm smile.
“Please take care of my sister,” he said, pressing his hands together in a gesture of gratitude.
After he left, my new roommates bombarded me with questions about him, but I dodged them all.
Then, one of them asked casually, “So, is it true about Evan and Lydia Gibson, the rising star?”
My hand froze mid-motion.
Lydia – the name that appeared on my sister’s phone the night she died.
