After she hung up, Cecilia finally let out a breath.

As long as Cassandra didn’t do anything reckless, that was enough.

Cecilia was getting older now. All she wanted was a quiet, peaceful life.

If Cassandra stepped out of line again, Cecilia wouldn’t hesitate to deal with her for good.

Spring faded into fall.

Time slipped by in a blur.

Before long, black hair turned white, and Cecilia was nearing seventy.