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Eleanor turned Saltmere upside down, but Anson seemed to have vanished into thin air.She trashed one office after another while her staff stood in a row, too afraid to make a sound, yet none of them could give her the news she wanted to hear.She could command a company worth hundreds of billions, yet she could not hold on to one man who wanted to leave her.It took someone else reminding her before she remembered that the person Anson cared about most in the world was his grandmother.The address her investigation turned up, however, was a cemetery.She drove straight there. The photo on the headstone looked calm and gentle, and the date of death was clearly carved beneath it.Anson's only family had been gone for some time already. Eleanor had never asked about her, and she knew nothing about it.She knelt in front of the headstone all night.The autumn rain soaked through her designer skirt suit, and mud clung to her cuffs. She had always been so proud and untouchable, but

Eleanor really did not leave.Early the next morning, when Anson opened the door, she was standing there with breakfast in her hand."Eggs Benedict and hash browns, just like from that diner you used to love," she said. "I had my kitchen practice it for three months."Anson glanced at her, took the breakfast, and dropped it in the trash right in front of her."Don't bring any more."Eleanor nodded and said nothing.That afternoon, when he got off work, she was waiting outside, ten steps away. When he got into a car, she got into hers. When he arrived at his apartment building, so did she.Clementine was crouched by his apartment door. When she saw this, she sprang to her feet. "Old lady, are you some kind of stalker?"Eleanor ignored her, pulled a bag of groceries from her trunk, and headed straight upstairs.When Anson opened his door, she followed him in, set the groceries down in the kitchen, and started washing vegetables and cutting meat."What are you doing?""Making d

On the day his yearlong fellowship ended, Anson received his certificate of completion and made a decision.Clementine came running over. "Doc, let's celebrate tonight! I already reserved a spot at a great restaurant!"Anson shook his head. "I'm leaving tomorrow."Clementine froze. "Leaving? For where?""I'm joining a medical aid mission in a conflict zone." He tucked the certificate into his bag.Clementine practically jumped. "Doc, are you out of your mind? That's a war zone! Bullets and bombs don't care who you are. What are you going there for?"Anson said nothing.Imogen walked up from behind, clearly having heard the whole exchange. She frowned deeply. "It's too dangerous. I'm against it.""I don't need your permission." Anson looked at her. "This is my choice."Imogen took a deep breath and kept her emotions in check. "The medical conditions there are terrible, and fighting could break out at any moment. Do you know the death rate for aid doctors?""I do.""And you're

When the plane landed in Saltmere, Anson was holding Eleanor’s urn, his fingers stiff with cold.Imogen and Clementine walked on either side of him, and none of them said a word.The arrivals gate was packed with reporters, and camera flashes went off in a frenzy.Someone shouted, "Mr. Lyndhurst, over here!"Someone else shouted, "Is Ms. Vandermeer really dead?"A few even pushed to the front, trying to reach for the urn.Clementine blocked the cameras, her face livid. "Get lost!"Imogen made a phone call, and security rushed in to clear a path.Anson kept his head down and held the urn even tighter.Marian was waiting for him at the harbor. She had stood there waiting for three days.When she saw Anson get out of the car, she stumbled toward him, took his hand, and burst into tears."Anson, did she say anything before she left?"Anson looked at her. She had so much of Eleanor in her face."She said she had a lot of regrets in this life, but she hoped we'd meet again in an