Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

• The estate gates swung open, revealing a sleek black car carrying Cynthia’s family. The Sydney estate stood tall in the background, with its large gardens and grand pillars showing off its wealth. It was a place of power — a place Cynthia had come to dislike.
• She stood at the entrance, gripping the handles of Ken’s wheelchair. Ken sat beside her, his face hard to read, staring at the approaching car.
• Cynthia took a deep breath. This visit meant something; it wasn’t just for her. They weren’t there to see her. It was like the lonely wedding — they hadn’t called or reached out to her in a long time.