No flowers for the dead - Chapter 59: Chapter 59
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The Grove didn’t advertise. There were no glossy flyers or viral videos.
But word traveled.
A woman arrived carrying a violin case and nothing else. Another came with a black eye and a child who wouldn’t speak. One woman came after walking for hours from a bus stop no one remembered existing. None of them said much, not at first.
But slowly, over the weeks, the Grove began to hum.
Workshops were spontaneous. Gardens were planted without permission. Someone brought in two goats. Rae hated them—but smiled anyway when the children squealed at the way they jumped.
Elara started teaching leadership classes by accident, just by answering questions.
Alina set up a writing circle in the old greenhouse, and it filled faster than she expected.
And every so often, someone would approach Rae quietly to say:
“I read the memoir. I saw the show. I didn’t know I could… feel seen.”
Rae never knew what to say to that.
But she listened.
She always listened.
One morning, Elara received an envelope. It bore the seal of the royal estate—the part of Elias’s legacy she had refused again and again.
Inside was an offer.
Not land. Not wealth.
A position.
A seat on the advisory board that would shape future foreign development—something Elias once influenced through shadow and leverage. They were offering her transparency, autonomy.
Elara showed it to Rae and Alina. Her hands didn’t tremble, but her voice did.
“They’re offering me the very thing he once stole from others.”
Rae only nodded. “So steal it back. But do it better.”
Alina simply said, “Just don’t forget the Grove.”
Elara didn’t.
She took the position, but built a bridge between The Grove and the world outside. A new pipeline of resources, programs, and access—not just for women from wealth, but for the invisible ones.
The ones Elias never saw.
The ones Elara couldn’t ignore.
But word traveled.
A woman arrived carrying a violin case and nothing else. Another came with a black eye and a child who wouldn’t speak. One woman came after walking for hours from a bus stop no one remembered existing. None of them said much, not at first.
But slowly, over the weeks, the Grove began to hum.
Workshops were spontaneous. Gardens were planted without permission. Someone brought in two goats. Rae hated them—but smiled anyway when the children squealed at the way they jumped.
Elara started teaching leadership classes by accident, just by answering questions.
Alina set up a writing circle in the old greenhouse, and it filled faster than she expected.
And every so often, someone would approach Rae quietly to say:
“I read the memoir. I saw the show. I didn’t know I could… feel seen.”
Rae never knew what to say to that.
But she listened.
She always listened.
One morning, Elara received an envelope. It bore the seal of the royal estate—the part of Elias’s legacy she had refused again and again.
Inside was an offer.
Not land. Not wealth.
A position.
A seat on the advisory board that would shape future foreign development—something Elias once influenced through shadow and leverage. They were offering her transparency, autonomy.
Elara showed it to Rae and Alina. Her hands didn’t tremble, but her voice did.
“They’re offering me the very thing he once stole from others.”
Rae only nodded. “So steal it back. But do it better.”
Alina simply said, “Just don’t forget the Grove.”
Elara didn’t.
She took the position, but built a bridge between The Grove and the world outside. A new pipeline of resources, programs, and access—not just for women from wealth, but for the invisible ones.
The ones Elias never saw.
The ones Elara couldn’t ignore.
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