The gates to Mr. Smith’s estate opened smoothly, the gravel crunching softly beneath the tires as Alex drove in. The house stood exactly as Lily remembered it, grand but familiar, stately without being cold. Seeing it again stirred something gentle in her chest, not pain, just memory.Mr. Smith was already waiting by the entrance when they stepped out of the car.“Lily,” he said, his voice warm with relief as he pulled her into a hug. “I’m glad you came to see me before you left.”She hugged him back without hesitation. “I’m glad I did too, Dad.”They went inside together, settling into the living room where sunlight streamed in through tall windows. The atmosphere was easy, unforced. Conversation flowed naturally; Chicago plans, work schedules, travel logistics. Mr. Smith listened attentively as Lily spoke about her upcoming months, about balancing work and healing, ambition and rest.“I’ll visit next month,” he said decisively. “No excuses.”Lily smiled. “I’d like that.”Then, as if
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