Chapter 25 - ARRIVAL IN PARIS
Two days later, an Air France flight touched down at Charles de Gaulle Airport under a overcast, gray winter sky.
Clara and Ethan checked into a small luxury hotel in the historic Le Marais district overlooking the Seine River.
Paris was cold and quiet, wrapped in a gentle winter mist that made the ancient stone buildings look magical.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, a private medical car drove them to a quiet private hospice near Montmartre.
Clara stood outside room 104, her hand resting on the brass door handle as her breath caught in her throat.
Ethan stood behind her, his hand resting reassuringly on her shoulder, giving her the strength she needed to open the door.
Clara turned the handle slowly, stepping into a warm, sunlit room filled with fresh white roses and quiet classical music.
In a bed by the window sat a frail, elderly woman with long silver-blonde hair, looking out at the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
The woman turned her head slowly, her pale blue eyes lighting up with instant, tearful recognition.
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"Clara... my sweet little girl," Sarah whispered, her voice fragile as glass.
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