Chapter 47: A Mother's Dilemma
The evening sun dipped low, casting amber shadows across the hospital room where Eleanor sat, her thoughts heavy. The grandeur of her home, once a symbol of achievement, now felt like an empty monument to sacrifices she could no longer justify. Her hands trembled slightly as she sipped her tea, the warmth doing little to ease the cold coil of regret in her chest. Ava entered quietly, sensing the gravity of the moment. Her mother had always been a picture of strength and grace, but tonight, Eleanor seemed burdened by more than age. "You look troubled," Ava said gently, taking the seat opposite her. "Is it about Stanley?" Eleanor exhaled deeply. "It is. And about Lily. About all of it." She hesitated before adding, "I thought I was protecting him, but I fear I might have made everything
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