Elizabeth’s father’s house wasn’t a mansion, but it still stood out as one of the most imposing in the up-and-coming upscale neighborhood.

James, attentive, stayed close by as she climbed the steps to the entrance.

She rang the doorbell firmly. A few seconds later, a maid opened the door, surprised to see her.

“Miss Elizabeth… what a surprise!” she said, stepping aside.

“Good morning, Dolores,” she replied with a slight smile, stepping inside.

The house had changed. Her old upright piano was