“We heard you bought a luxury villa in the Alps. We came to live with you and make peace,” my daughter-in-law declared at my door, pushing her luggage inside. I didn’t block them.
But when they walked into the main hall, they stopped cold at what they saw. They stood frozen at the sight. “I’m glad to have you here.”
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I was arranging the last of the wildflowers in the main hall when I heard the car engine echoing through the alpine valley. The sound cut through the peaceful afternoon like a blade, sharp and unwelcome. I paused, my hands still gripping the stems of purple lupines, and listened as the vehicle climbed the winding gravel road toward my sanctuary.
No one was expected today. The women staying at the center had gone into town for their weekly therapy session, and I cherished these quiet Saturday afternoons when I could tend to the flowers and breathe in the mountain air without interruption. At fifty-nine, I had finally learned the value of solitude.
The engine grew louder. Closer. Through the tall windows that framed the main hall, I caught a glimpse of a sleek black sedan making its way up the final curve.
My stomach tightened with an inexplicable dread. Something about that car, something about the way it moved with such presumptuous confidence, set every nerve in my body on edge. I set down the flowers and smoothed my cotton dress, the same powder-blue one I had worn to my divorce proceedings fifteen years ago.
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