Every mile of the peaceful ride brought her one step closer to the life she had made such a concerted effort to abandon.
As the car rolled up to the Edinburg's residence late that night, Lovely, dressed and with her hair tied up in an unremarkable way, felt delighted and apprehensive.
Jeb pulled many strings and set up a secret entrance for Lovely through one of the household staff in the residence.
Lovely's hands began to quiver as they passed through the darkened corridors.
Finally, they made their way into Grandmother Eleanor's chamber. Lovely's heart clenched as she saw the weak person on the bed, and the room was filled with the gentle hum of machinery.
Grandmother Eleanor had always been lively and in charge, so seeing her in this state was a sharp reminder of how cruel times can be.
"Grandma…" Lovely murmured, approaching. The older woman awoke, her eyes opening feebly, and she clasped Eleanor's hand, her heart aching.
