Chapter 19 A Glass Of Wine

I barely make it to the top of the steps when the front door swings open, and Aunt Lizzie is standing there, blinking in surprise. “Natalie?” She presses a hand to her chest, her face etched with concern. I didn’t inform her that I’d come, so this reaction is justified and expected — especially given how I haven’t come to visit her in years. But I’m feeling good, so I give her a bright smile, hoping it will help her relax. “Hey, Aunt Lizzie. Hope it’s alright I’m here?” I say with a light shrug.