Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 825

Norris mumbled a vague reply, brushing off the question.

Clearly, he had no intention of going into detail.

Roseanne didn't press any further.

Rodriguez Manor

Neely and Geneva had known their daughter and son-in-law would be visiting for a week now. Ever since they got the news, the two of them threw themselves into a whirlwind of cleaning, scrubbing the house from top to bottom until it gleamed.

They'd even redecorated Madge's old bedroom, swapping out her twin bed for a double. Knowing Norris loved tending to plants, they'd set up a cozy little spot in the sunroom, complete with a variety of pots and soil, all ready for him to use.

They didn't miss a single festive detail the house was decked out with everything you'd expect for the holidays: wreaths, garlands, twinkling lights strung from the banister, a bright red "Welcome Home" sign by the door. The whole place radiated warmth and celebration.

Early that morning, Neely and Geneva were up before the sun, changing into their best new outfits—matching sweaters, crisp shirts, and slacks—faces beaming as they prepared to welcome their daughter and son-in-law home.

"What time is it?" Geneva asked.

Neely glanced at his watch. "Just past eleven."

"They got to the train station a little after ten, so they should be here any minute. Did you set out the slippers?"

The housekeeper nodded. "Everything's ready, ma'am. Don't worry."

"Is the tea cold?" Neely fretted.

warm," the housekeeper

enough! Tea's meant to be piping hot. Pour this out,

"Of course."

don't start slicing the fruit yet," Geneva suddenly remembered.

"Understood."

the living room all

the guest bathroom again this

kitchen prep

every last detail, anxiously awaiting the arrival.

engine rumbled into the

"They're here! They're here!"

stood waiting in the foyer, their faces alight with joy.

moment the old couple had waited decades

...

lovingly prepared

chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, crisp green beans, honey-glazed carrots, and

to try this," Geneva said,

"You

it

little. And this

and don't

at Madge, as if she could

focus on