“Dinosaurs don’t live in castles.”
“They do now,” Emma declared.
Little Ethan simply knocked the entire castle over and laughed.
Clara couldn’t help smiling.
Those three tiny voices had carried her through the hardest years of her life.
They were the reason she had never looked back.
The invitation contained one elegant sentence.
Vivian Prescott and the Prescott family request the honor of your presence…
Clara almost threw it away.
Then a small handwritten note slipped from the envelope.
I hope you’ve made peace with the life you lost.
—Vivian Prescott
Clara folded the note carefully.
Not because it hurt.
Because it confirmed exactly who Vivian still was.
Her phone buzzed minutes later.
An unfamiliar number.
She answered.
“Hello?”
“Clara.”
Vivian’s voice was as polished as ever.
“I trust you received my invitation.”
“I did.”
“I hope you’ll attend.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
Vivian chuckled softly.
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