Chapter 20
As evening approached, the sky above Rosewood Manor turned into a magnificent canvas of orange, purple, and gold. Eleanor stood on the grand balcony of the master suite, breathing in the cool New England breeze.
The American flag mounted near the estate entrance fluttered gently in the twilight wind, symbolizing freedom, resilience, and the unyielding triumph of truth over deception. She touched the ruby ring on her finger one last time, feeling a profound sense of closure.
May you like
Clara walked out onto the balcony, handing her sister a cup of warm tea before leaning against the stone railing. "Penny for your thoughts, Madam Chairwoman?"
"I was just thinking about that little corporate lobby in Washington," Eleanor smiled softly, taking a sip of the tea. "If Lily hadn't walked up to me with that basket of roses, we might still be living in the dark."
