He lowered his head and kissed Matilda Jenkins' cheeks, "This is where you grew up."
Matilda Jenkins was too tired to move, "Hmm..."
Nolan Morrison straightened up, picked up the photo frame on the desk, inside was a family photo of Matilda Jenkins, probably from her junior high school days, her hair short, smile bright, looking like a little boy.
He looked at it for a long while before putting it down, then picked up another photo frame, which showed a photo of Matilda Jenkins winning an award in a school competition.
He casually pulled open the drawer, inside were some of Matilda Jenkins' school things, a pencil case, and an album.
Nolan Morrison examined everything thoroughly, from childhood to adulthood, the photos continued until Matilda Jenkins graduated from university.
He truly regretted not meeting her earlier, joining her life a bit sooner.
