Eleanor's POVI arrived at the café ten minutes before our agreed time, chose a table near the window, and ordered a cup of tea I barely touched. Margaret had insisted on meeting somewhere away from the people she used to work with, and although I understood her concerns, I couldn't stop wondering what had frightened her enough to keep quiet about my father's treatment for so long.When she finally walked in, I recognised her from the photograph she had sent me. Her hair was almost entirely grey, and she carried a brown handbag that looked as though she had owned it for years. She glanced around the café before approaching my table, then sat down and placed the bag on her lap.“Thank you for agreeing to meet me,” she said. “I've been going back and forth about whether I should have called you, but after our conversation yesterday, I knew I couldn't keep putting it off.”“You don't have to thank me for meeting you. My father was my family, and if there's something about his final mon
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