The day of Elizabeth’s arrival finally came.A sleek black luxury car belonging to Margaret Harrison came to a perfect stop in the driveway of Nora’s residence. A sharply dressed chauffeur hurried out, opened the rear passenger door, and an elderly woman gracefully stepped out.A polished, intricately carved wooden cane was clasped firmly in her wrinkled fingers.“This place hasn’t changed a bit,” the old woman murmured, gazing around with a faint glimmer of admiration in her eyes.“Nora has taken very good care of it,” Margaret said gently to her mother. She took her mother’s arm—the one free of the cane—and guided her toward the porch just as the front door swung wide open.“Eli!” Nora hurried forward to welcome her mother, her eyes already glistening with tears.“Don’t start crying, Nora. I’m here for a visit, not because I’m here to die,” Elizabeth snapped, affectionately patting her youngest daughter’s back.The three women walked side by side into the house. Abigail, Christina,
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