Picking Herself Back Up
As weeks passed, Anna gradually adjusted to the rhythms of life at the nursing home. Yet, she knew her stay was only temporary. Despite settling into the routine, her heart ached for the familiarity of home, where she had built a lifetime of cherished memories with her family. She waited patiently, hopeful that her children would return to her someday—even if it was only out of necessity. The thought brought both comfort and sorrow, but she held on, quietly enduring the ache of longing.

Picking Herself Back Up
Determination
The Reynolds house, a grand and ancient manor, stood rooted in history, its foundations as deep as its secrets. Hidden within its walls and tucked away in forgotten corners lay mysteries waiting to be uncovered. The path to the hidden fortune could only be found with Anna’s guidance. Unlike her descendants, Anna understood the manor as if it were alive—familiar with every creak, every whisper, and every shadow of the old estate.

Determination