Chapter 6 - Lilly Describes Her Mother’s Mysterious Hidden Life
The limousine parked before a rundown brick apartment building with flickering hallway lights and peeling paint on the front steps.
Eleanor stepped out into the damp night air, holding Lilly’s small, cold hand as they navigated the narrow, dimly lit corridors upstairs.
“We lived in Vermont for a long time, but men in black suits kept following us everywhere we went,” Lilly explained quietly.
“So Mommy brought us to New York last month, but she got very sick and couldn't leave her bed anymore.”
Eleanor unlocked apartment room 4B with a trembling master key provided by the building superintendent who had rushed up behind them.
The room was sparse, containing only a sagging mattress, a small wooden table, and a stack of worn medical bills on the counter.
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On the bed lay a frail, unconscious woman with long dark hair spread across the pillow, breathing with shallow, painful gasps.
Eleanor rushed across the worn linoleum floor, dropping to her knees beside the mattress as she stared at the woman’s face.
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