Chapter 47
As the sun began to set, casting a golden-amber glow over the valley, the crowds began to thin. The formal business of the opening was over, but the true celebration was just beginning. Julian found Siena by the old stone archway. "She’s here," he said softly. A black car—not a sleek Audi, but a comfortable, modified medical transport—pulled into the drive. Siena and Julian walked toward it as the doors opened. Agnes, the nurse who had been with them through the darkest nights of the "month of truth," helped Martha Blackwood out of the seat. Martha wasn't the frail, wheezing ghost she had been in the Derby ICU. She was upright, her eyes bright and clear, supported by a state-of-the-art portable oxygen unit that Julian had designed a custom leather housing for. "Oh, Siena," Martha
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