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WHEN IVY AND Shelly arrived at their parents’ home, Honey greeted them at the door. “Here we all are, together at last. It’s so good to see you.” Tears of happiness glistened in her eyes. “I hear the two of you are sharing the house and opening it up to guests.”
“We are,” Ivy said, feeling good that she had positive news to share now. Yet her concern over their mother had escalated even more on the drive over. “Before we see Mom, do you have any idea what this closed meeting is about?”
“No more than you,” Honey said. Worry lines scored her usually smooth skin. “She’s been quite secretive.”
The three sisters sauntered inside, where their family was gathered in the main living area. The sliding pocket doors were pushed back, opening an entire wall to the outside. Many family members h
