An Anniversary Celebration In The House They Forgot Who Restored

mother nodded along, clearly not listening, already calculating her next move.

“Speaking of which,” Margaret continued, “I was hoping to see Colette here tonight. Is she running late?”

My mother’s smile froze. For one second. Just one. The mask slipped.

“Colette.”

She recovered quickly, rearranging her expression into something approaching concern.

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