Chapter 116: Old Wounds and New Beginnings in a Hometown

The air in Itachester smelled of damp earth and blooming wisteria, a scent so deeply ingrained in Nancy’s memory it felt like a part of her own DNA. It was a stark contrast to the sterile, perfume-laden atmosphere of the Walton mansion, a world that now felt like a fever dream she was slowly waking from. Here, life moved at the pace of the seasons, not the ticking of a stock market clock. The silence wasn't empty; it was filled with the hum of bees in her mother's garden and the distant laughter...