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Thanksgiving arrived with the crisp, majestic beauty of late November settling over the Blue Ridge mountains in Virginia. The historic stone farmhouse owned by Grandma—the same estate where we had gathered the previous year to celebrate our new beginning—was once again decorated with cascading garlands of dried autumn leaves, pumpkins, and glowing lanterns.

When I pulled my SUV up the gravel driveway just before noon, the wrap-around wooden porch was bathed in warm golden sunlight. There was no freezing on the steps, no locked doors, and no whispered lies.

As I walked up the porch steps, the front door swung open wide.

Mom stood in the doorway, wearing a comfortable apron, her hair tied back simply, her face lighting up with a warm, genuine smile. "Abby! You made it," she said, stepping aside and gesturing warmly into the brightly lit foyer.

"Hi, Mom," I replied, stepping inside and offering a polite, balanced hug.

Behind her, Dad walked out from the kitchen, looking healthier, happier, and more relaxed than I had seen him in years. He smiled warmly, stepping forward to give me a solid, affectionate embrace. "Welcome home, sweetheart."

Even Glattis, standing by the massive stone fireplace in the living room holding her twelve-year-old daughter Chloe's hand, turned and gave me a warm, welcoming wave. "Hey, Abby," Glattis called out across the room, her voice devoid of its former condescension. "Glad you're here. The kitchen smells incredible."

"Thanks, Glattis," I smiled back, feeling a profound wave of peace wash over me.

Before I could take off my coat, Grandma emerged from the hallway, looking radiant in a deep forest-green sweater that matched my agency's signature branding, her silver hair styled to perfection. She strode directly toward me, bypassing everyone else in the room, and pulled me into a fierce, unbreakable hug.

"Welcome to your home, my darling," Grandma whispered into my ear, her voice thick with pride and affection.

She pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, a knowing, triumphant spark in her sharp blue eyes. "Upstairs. Second door on the right. I inspected the room myself—the master suite. And nobody is taking it from you."