CHAPTER NINETY NINE Eleanor called Cassie to ask if it was convenient to stop by. “Of course, mum. Anytime.”She was dressed plainly, none of the polish Cassie remembered from the handful of family events she'd witnessed Eleanor at over the years, none of the careful armor of a woman who'd spent decades performing a role rather than living a life. She looked, Cassie thought, like someone who'd been stripped down to something more honest by the events of the past several months, the same way Margaret had.Dom met her in the living room alone at first, asking Cassie for privacy, and Cassie retreated to the kitchen, close enough to hear murmurs of conversation through the ,doorway without making out full sentences, giving them the space they needed while lstaying near enough that Dom would know she was there if he needed her.The conversation was slow and from what she could tell, there were long pauses between exchanges, neither voice raised, neither voice particularly warm either, j
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