Staring at the painfully familiar storefronts, Nora's tears finally broke free.
Returning now, everything had changed.
The mother and brother who had watched her grow up were gone forever.
And the father who had once doted on her now treated her with freezing disdain.
After years of a bitter stalemate, he had finally relented and allowed her to attend the memorial.
"Here."
Nora turned to see Xander holding out two tissues. She offered a teary smile and reached for them. Just as the words 'thank you' were about to leave her lips, she caught the teasing glint in the man's eyes and swallowed them back.
Wiping her tears, she deliberately skipped the polite gratitude this time.
She shut her eyes, choosing to block out the overwhelming sights outside. Slowly, an intense wave of exhaustion washed over her, and without realizing it, she drifted off to sleep.
By the time she opened her eyes again, the car had stopped.
Before her stood the grand, familiar estate. Right by the entrance was the mailbox she had painted with a smiling face years ago.
She had once dragged her mother over to look at it, proudly declaring that their family was never allowed to stay angry at one another. If someone felt wronged, they had to write a letter of complaint and leave it in the mailbox. The person at fault was required to read it.
No matter how massive the argument, that little mailbox was supposed to guarantee they would always make amends.
Nora stepped out of the car, her movements heavy and slow.
The bright pink paint was completely faded now. Weather-beaten and neglected, the mailbox was barely holding together, a clear sign that no one had maintained it.
It made sense. Since Benedict resented her so deeply, why would he bother keeping it up?
He probably wished every trace of her existence would vanish from the property entirely.
Pressing her lips together, she exhaled deeply. Overcome with emotion, she reached out and gently brushed her fingers against the battered metal.


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