A foolish hope

Rosemary’s lips quivered as she turned to Lilly. “So I sold the farmhouse cheap, hoping someone kind would buy it. Someone who might let me stay here quietly, just until my final days. It was foolish, I know, but I clung to that hope. Hiding away in this attic, I prayed for mercy.” Her eyes glistened, desperate yet sincere. “And then you arrived, so young, so curious.”
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