An Earnest Plea, A Lingering Gaze

Elara's heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she entered the villa. The familiar scent of lemon polish and fresh flowers greeted her, a stark contrast to the antiseptic smell of the hospital. After speaking with the doctor, she had been relieved to learn that Cora could recover at home rather than staying overnight.

Mrs. Peterson, the housekeeper, appeared from the kitchen, her eyes widening slightly. "Ms. Vance, I wasn't expecting you today."

"Hello, Mrs. Peterson. Where are they?" Elara asked, setting her purse on the entryway table.

"In Miss Cora's room. Mr. Thorne insisted on working from there to keep an eye on her."

Elara nodded and headed upstairs. The hallway leading to Cora's bedroom felt longer than she remembered. She paused outside the door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open.