Chapter 6
"It took you twenty-six years to find the courage to walk away, Mother," Emily noted, her voice devoid of malice but heavy with truth.
"I know... and I don't expect you to forgive me overnight, but I couldn't stay in that prison another second," Eleanor wept softly.
Emily gently pulled her hands free, standing up from the armchair and smoothing down the folds of her crimson red dress.
"Survival required me to become completely numb to your silence, Mother, so rebuilding this relationship will take time," Emily answered honestly.
"I understand... I will wait as long as it takes," Eleanor nodded, wiping her tears with a lace handkerchief.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted their conversation as Marcus Thorne poked his head into the green room.
"The federal transport is clearing the area, Dr. Davidson, and your residency papers at Boston General are fully locked in," Marcus reported.
"Thank you, Marcus," Emily replied with a faint, appreciative smile touching the corners of her lips.
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She picked up her crisp white doctor's coat, sliding her arms into the sleeves with practiced, effortless grace.
The emblem of her hard-earned medical degree rested proudly against her chest, gleaming under the bright vanity lights.
