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The hallway clock downstairs struck 12:48 AM, a low, hollow chime that seemed to stretch through the empty rooms of Cedar Hollow. / Chapter 9 / 20

Chapter 9 - The Unexpected Arrival

Elijah froze in the doorway, his hand gripping the brass handle so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Mother?”

Eleanor Brooks stepped past him into the foyer without waiting for an invitation, her sharp gaze taking in the stacked moving boxes near the study and the subtle signs of a household suddenly bursting with life.

“Don't look so shocked, Elijah,” Eleanor said, pulling off her wet trench coat and tossing it over the mahogany entry bench. “It doesn't take a genius to figure out that when the national news reports a federal raid on your estate, your mother might want to check if her only surviving son has completely lost his mind.”

Elijah rubbed the back of his neck, a rare look of sheepish hesitation crossing his features. “I can explain.”

“You can explain later,” Eleanor interrupted, already walking purposefully down the hallway toward the kitchen. “Right now, I smell beef stew and I hear a baby crying upstairs. And heaven knows this house hasn't smelled like anything other than stale coffee and despair in four years.”

Elijah followed her quickly, his stride long, catching up just as Eleanor pushed open the kitchen door.

Imani turned around, looking startled as an elegant, formidable older woman marched into the room. Zoe, sensing the new energy, let out a soft coo from her bouncy seat on the kitchen island.

Eleanor stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at Imani, then down at Zoe, whose round cheeks and serious eyes bore an uncanny resemblance to the Brooks family photographs.

For three long seconds, absolute silence hung in the kitchen.

Then Eleanor’s face softened into a radiant, breathtaking smile.

“Well,” Eleanor whispered, walking straight past her bewildered son and stopping right in front of Imani. She gently reached out, tracing the soft edge of Zoe’s blanket. “Elijah always was terrible at finding things on his own. It looks like he finally found what he was looking for.”

Imani blinked, a wave of warmth rushing through her chest. “You’re... you’re not angry?”

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“Angry?” Eleanor scoffed softly, looking back at her son with a triumphant gleam in her eye. “I’ve been praying for a miracle in this mausoleum of a house since the day Clara and little Samuel died. If you two fools think you can hide from each other just because the media is parked outside, you don't know the Brooks family at all.”

Elijah let out a long breath, a genuine, unburdened laugh escaping his lips for the first time in four years. The dark clouds that had hung over Cedar Hollow were finally, permanently, clearing away.

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