The morning after their visit to the hospital, Blackwood Manor was unusually peaceful.
Sunlight poured through the tall windows, illuminating the elegant marble floors as servants quietly went about their duties.
Elara stood on the balcony outside her bedroom, watering a row of white roses Mrs. Hayes had insisted belonged to her now.
She smiled as the cool breeze brushed against her face.
For the first time in what felt like forever...
She wasn't thinking about fear.
She was thinking about hope.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Mrs. Blackwood?"
"Come in."
Mrs. Hayes stepped onto the balcony carrying a neatly folded cardigan.
"The morning breeze is getting colder."
She gently draped it over Elara's shoulders.
"You'll catch a cold if you stay out here."
Elara smiled.
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