Chapter 19 - The First Snowfall
December arrived with a sudden, crisp drop in temperature, coating Atlanta in a thin, shimmering blanket of early winter frost.
I spent a quiet Sunday morning working from home in my sunlit office, wrapped in a comfortable cashmere sweater, sipping a mug of dark roast coffee. My phone rested face-up on the desk, completely silent save for the occasional professional email notification regarding year-end portfolio audits.
For the first time in thirty-four years, the approaching holiday season didn't induce a knot of anxiety in my stomach. There were no frantic group chats to manage, no guilt-ridden shopping trips for relatives who would only critique the brand, and no dread of sitting across a holiday dinner table listening to Kyle pontificate about business ventures he funded with my money.
Instead, my holiday plans consisted of a quiet flight to Boston to spend a long weekend catching up with Elena, followed by a peaceful week managing my properties from the comfort of my own impeccably quiet home.
I looked out my window at the bare oak branches swaying gently in the cold winter air.
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