Chapter 65

• The air seemed to grow cold, as if the temperature had plummeted to an icy zero degrees, while the intense staring contest between Elenora and Christine persisted. Cold shivers cascaded down Martha’s spine, making her more anxious by the second.
• “Mommy, let’s go! We’ve done all we can here for today!” Martha implored, her voice tinged with concern.
• Elenora, her mother, knew that her daughter was speaking the truth. She needed to withdraw for now, lick her emotional wounds, and regroup to strategize anew. Christine may have triumphed in this small and seemingly insignificant battle, but Elenora was determined to emerge victorious in the final war that loomed ahead.