06/14/2026
Outside the mansion, Eleanor Hayes lifted her trembling hand toward the intercom.
She had come too far to turn back.
Two buses.
Four blocks.
One grandson.
But Victoria Langford blocked her in a cream designer dress.
“Don’t touch that.”
Eleanor tried to explain.
Victoria stared at her like she was dirt on the driveway.
Then Eleanor whispered,
“Marcus.”
Victoria’s face hardened.
And a second later, she shoved Eleanor down.
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