CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
The mountain valley had become a living testament to the life the seven sisters had chosen. Decades had passed in gentle waves of seasons, yet the cabin, the orchard, the garden, and the pavilion remained anchors of warmth and continuity.
The young trees they had planted long ago now stood tall and generous, their branches heavy with fruit each autumn, their shade a favorite gathering spot for the sisters and the growing number of people who found their way to this quiet refuge.
One radiant summer morning, the seven sisters gathered once more on the floating dock as the sun climbed over the peaks. Their hair still carried the same distinctive shades…dark for Elena and Lila, lighters tones, auburn, chestnut, silver-blonde for Nova…but time had added silver threads tha
