The doors opened in unison, and my parents walked in, followed by my younger sister, Annabelle, and an entourage of bodyguards. "Eleanor, darling!" my mother exclaimed, her arms outstretched. Eleanor moved toward them with a wide smile. "Welcome, Mother, Father, Annabelle," she greeted, stepping into Mother's embrace. My mother wrapped her hand tightly, her floral perfume filling the air. "My poor sweet girl," she said sadly with sympathy. "I've been worried sick about you since you called and told us about Margaret. Such a tragedy. How could she do that to you? What on earth was she thinking? She is only but a child. How are you holding up?" "It's been difficult," Eleanor replied sorrowfully, holding back tears. My parents watched her with so much sadness, even Annabelle looked like she had joined the Eleanor fan club. "Oh, my poor baby," Mother said and gave her a hug again. "Thank you for coming." Eleanor sobbed into her embrace. Annabelle stepped forward, placing a gent
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