I returned early from my work trip and found five-year-old Thora trembling in a maid uniform, holding her cheek after Heloise slapped her.
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Chapter 25 - THE HOUSE WAS NEVER THE PRIZE
At sixty-five, I stopped serving on any Wycliffe advisory committee.
Not because age made me noble.
Because I was tired of property meetings.
Thora asked:
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You spent half your life protecting this place.”
“No.”
I corrected her.
“I spent part of my life protecting you from people who used the place.”
Different.
Wycliffe functioned well.
Ravencrest development profitable.
Public paths intact.
Historic house maintained.
Professional staff paid properly.
No family member controlled their employment alone.
Trust reports dull.
Perfect.
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The house survived because it stopped being a throne.
That was the ending Agatha probably wanted.
