That evening, inside his luxurious mansion, Mr. Raymond sat alone with a glass of whiskey, replaying the past. Grace had once been his light after exhausting workdays. She listened to his dreams, believed in him when no one else did. But when success demanded sacrifice, he chose ambition—and left her behind.
The next morning, unable to silence his thoughts, he drove to the market Ethan mentioned. From a distance, he scanned the lottery sellers until he saw her.
Grace looked older, worn by years of hardship. Streaks of gray ran through her hair. Yet the sadness in her eyes was unmistakable. He approached slowly.
“Grace… is it really you?” he asked softly.
She looked up, startled, then lowered her gaze. “Yes. Would you like to buy a ticket, sir?”
“You have a son named Ethan, don’t you?” he asked. “He said you carry my photo.”
Her face drained of color. The stack of tickets slipped from her trembling hands. “Sir… I think you’re mistaken.”
“Please,” he said quietly. “Show me your wallet.”
After a long hesitation, she pulled out an old, worn wallet. Inside was a faded photograph of a younger version of him standing beside a smiling girl. It was them, thirteen years ago.