Delphine didn’t respond to the message. She simply switched her phone to airplane mode and walked toward the boarding ramp, the folder’s contents already committed to memory after weeks of careful planning with her attorney. Inside the second folder, waiting for Trevor to eventually open it, was a formal notice explaining that the house had been transferred into an irrevocable trust benefiting a local widows’ support organization—the same quiet community that had helped her survive the loneliness after Bernard’s death when her own family had been too distracted to notice she was grieving. She boarded the ship without looking back, carrying only one suitcase and, for the first time in years, no one else’s expectations.
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