PART 3
The next morning, Elena drove to a quiet coffee shop on the edge of town.
She had chosen the place because it was neutral.
No family memories.
No arguments.
No walls that carried old emotions.
At exactly nine o’clock, a woman entered carrying a small leather bag.
Margaret Hale.
Her father’s former financial advisor.
And someone Elena had not seen in fifteen years.
Margaret stopped when she saw her.
“Elena?”
“Hello, Margaret.”
The older woman sat down slowly.
“I wondered if this day would come.”
