Elena did not arrive with an announcement.That, Lillian realized, was the clearest signal of change.They were seated in the small courtyard behind Bloom House, the late afternoon light settling into amber tones, when Elena stepped through the open gate. No security. No schedule. Just her, hands in the pockets of a light jacket, expression composed.“You look settled,” Lillian said.“So do you,” Elena replied, taking the chair across from her.For a moment, neither spoke. The silence was not charged. It was comfortable, shaped by familiarity rather than obligation.“I turned down the advisory role,” Elena said finally.
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