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Chapter 80

Nora’s grip on the phone tightened slightly.

She had anticipated resistance, but hearing it still made something twist in her chest.

“Grandma’s birthday only comes once a year, Alex. You can visit Aunt Linda anytime,” she said, keeping her voice even.

A sigh came from the other side. “I guess…” He didn’t sound convinced.

Nora closed her eyes briefly.

She knew pressing him further would only make him more resistant, so instead, she decided on another approach.

Later that evening, she found Arnold at his cottage, sitting in his usual chair, flipping idly through an old book. He barely looked up when she entered.

“Can you talk to Alex?” she asked without preamble.

Arnold turned a page, his face impassive. “About what?”

“Grandma’s birthday. He’s reluctant to come. Maybe if you talk to him, he’ll reconsider,” she said, crossing her arms.

Arnold finally glanced at her, studying her for a moment. “And you’re not going to ask me to come?”

Nora looked away. “That’s not what this is about.”

He exhaled through his nose, closing the book. “Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll talk to him.”

That was all she needed. She left without another word, walking back home with Alex. They barely spoke, and though she tried to brush off the lingering discomfort, it clung to her like a shadow.

Saturday arrived with a quiet kind of joy.

The house was filled with the warm scent of baked pastries and fresh flowers, the soft murmur of family members exchanging laughter and greetings.

Nora watched as her uncle Alexander presented his carefully chosen gift to Grandma, a beautifully embroidered shawl in her favorite shade of deep blue.

her, Alex shifted awkwardly, hands empty.

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gentle gaze toward him.

she asked with a

at Nora with a look

His shoulders tensed, as if bracing for

of

measured. “You’re still a kid, Alex. What Mom and Dad prepare is what you prepare, too,” she said, her words smooth, comforting even.

instantly. “Oh,”

Nora’s

the date but counting down the days, eagerly anticipating

had put thought into it, made it a

he could have drawn something–he was more than capable of

thought of

that realization that had made her reluctant to remind

the surface like an unmoving tide. Some

herbal wine she had prepared and handed

unwrapped the package, the faint yet distinct fragrance of

air.

Grandma murmured, eyes widening with disbelief.

I knew you would appreciate it.”

she looked at her granddaughter. “This wine

had some help,” Nora admitted with a small smile,

lips as she turned the wine pot in her hands. “I haven’t had

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laced with nostalgia. “Back then, only the most esteemed elders of the tribe could enjoy it. You have brought me

of admiration rippled through the

rarity. Some exchanged glances, impressed that Nora had

here today, but he asked me to pass on

oak tree with twisting branches and roots that told a silent story