Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

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Chapter 30

As the weight of these revelations bore down on her, Emma wondered what her life might have been like if she had grown up with her true family. She thought about the fateful day she had met Mrs. Walker. Perhaps this was all part of God's mysterious plan, leading her back to where she truly belonged.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Mrs. Walker's door slowly creaked open and the older woman stepped into the room. Emma rose to her feet, her eyes swollen from crying. She took tentative steps toward Mrs. Walker, her voice breaking as she whispered, "Mother..." The word hung in the air, filled with years of longing and heartbreak

Mrs. Walker's own tears fell freely as she opened her arms. "I'm so sorry for not recognizing you sooner, my daughter. Forgive me"

Emma shook her head, pulling her mother into a tight embrace. "You're not the one to blame, Mother" she whispered through her tears. They held each other close, feeling the years of separation melt away in the warmth of their embrace.

Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, bound together by shared grief, love and the bittersweet reunion they never could have anticipated. Emma wished she could have come sooner, just to have had one moment, even a second, with Diana

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beneath his calm exterior. He was still at the office, surrounded by sharp-eyed colleagues, so he had to keep his tone low and

he growled into the phone, his voice tight.

enough to recognize that he never lost his temper without good reason. For him to summon her

happened?" she

he took a moment to gather his thoughts, struggling to keep his voice from rising. "Your aunt... she changed her will today," he replied, his tone laced with a mixture

She relaxed, almost relieved. "Oh, is that all? I don't see why that's a

stood up suddenly, his face shadowed by an anger Marina had rarely seen before. "Your dear aunt decided to

staggered back, feeling sick, twisting dread in her stomach. Her mind spun, scrambling to make sense of what Derek had just said. Veronica Eighty percent? How could

barely a breath. Her body trembled as the shock set in, her hands rising unconsciously to her mouth as tears began to slip down her cheeks. "No, this can't be.

Believe it, Marina. She left nearly everything to Veronica. Everything we planned.. all that we worked for...

throat felt raw, a mixture of betrayal and

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Chapter 30

around the neck of the wine bottle, her knuckles turning white before she hurled it against the wall, shattering it in an explosion of glass and dark red streaks. But the wreckage didn't soothe her, it wasn't enough. She turned, her vision blurred with tears, and stormed toward the television With one swift motion, she grabbed the edge and flung it to the ground, watching it crack and splinter into pieces, sparks briefly flickering from the broken screen. Yet, her heart still throbbed painfully, twisted