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    Norah handed her purchases to a servant and sat beside Bernice, draping an arm around her mother’s shoulders. Calvin was outworking at a party, preupied with variouspany issues.


    Bernice inquired, “What was that important thing you mentioned this morning?”


    Norah noticed Bernice’s intrigued look and called Gilda over.


    “Gilda, please bring that report here.”


    Now that the Wilson family issues were resolved, it was time to address another matter, one concerning her mother’s family. This issue had lingered in her mother’s thoughts, and Norah had been determined to confront it since she first became aware of it.


    Gilda retrieved the document from the upstairs safe, containing her excitement as she delivered it directly to Bernice. The envelope was in yellow and unmarked, yet it felt surprisingly heavy in Bernice’s hands. She untied the string around the envelope and slid out the contents.


    She spected if it might be Norah’s pregnancy test. Was Norah identally pregnant with Sean’s child? Bernice’s heart raced when she saw that the contents were DNA test results.


    Norah wasn’t her child? That couldn’t be. From the moment she first saw Norah, Bernice knew she was her daughter.


    She quickly reviewed the report and reached the conclusion: “Norah and Huntley are blood rtives.” The report nearly slipped from her trembling hands. The name, often revisited in her memories, now caught her breath.


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    Her voice cracked, barely audible. “How did you learn about Huntley?”


    Norah took a deep breath and detailed her recent encounter with Caylee in Silverdale.


    Seeing tears beginning to form in Bernice’s eyes, she gently touched her shoulder. “Mom, Grandpa and Uncle miss you very much.”


    The mention of her family overwhelmed Bernice. She remembered leaving her home years ago, shortly after her brother’s first son was born. She had turned from her expected path for love, leaving behind the life she had known.


    Back then, her father had been bursting with life and energy. She couldn’t imagine him now, frail and confined to a bed.


    Since she left, her family had faced enormous changes. Her throat tightened as she tried to speak but found herself unable. What was she to say now? Should she seek forgiveness or offer an apology?


    Her defiance had caused so much suffering to her family. Despite everything, they still longed to see her.


    “Norah, did I make a terrible mistake?” Bernice covered her face, sobbing uncontrobly. “It’s all my fault. The difficulties my dad and brother endured were all due to me. I shouldn’t have left them. If only I had beenpliant, none of this would have happened to the Frazier family.”


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