Chapter 7 - Eleanor Recalls The Tragic Fire Of Twenty Years Ago
The flickering overhead bulb hummed softly as Eleanor gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from the sick woman’s pale forehead.
“Clara... oh, my God, it really is you,” Eleanor sobbed, recognizing the familiar facial features beneath years of exhaustion and illness.
Memories of that fateful stormy night twenty years ago flooded back into Eleanor’s mind with terrifying, unyielding clarity.
Her father, industrialist Arthur Vance Sr., had announced that Clara had perished in a sudden, accidental fire in the family’s Newport estate.
No body was ever recovered from the ash-filled ruins, but the family lawyers presented forged death certificates to finalize the estate split.
Eleanor had mourned her sister every single day since, never suspecting that her own father had orchestrated the disappearance.
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Clara stirred slightly, her dark blue eyes fluttering open to reveal a gaze identical to the sapphire locket resting on Eleanor’s chest.
“Eleanor... you found us,” Clara whispered hoarsely, a weak smile forming on her cracked lips before coughing violently.
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