Chapter 512

Elizabeth asked, "You're back early for the holidays. Isn't Mr. Jefferson concerned about that?" Hazel shook her head. "Not at all. He's always given me freedom, just like you. I can stay wherever I want, and my family's doors are always open." Her thoughts drifted to her family. Even in an old black-and-white photograph, Justine seemed to radiate warmth. Just looking into her eyes brought back memories of the comfort she had felt as a child. Peter, though getting older, always respected her, cherished her, and made her feel truly at ease. Both the Jeffersons and the Prescotts were her family, each one dear to her heart. At that moment, Hazel felt a contentment that was almost impossible to articulate. After some light banter, everyone in the Prescott family turned in for the night. As they prepared for bed, Shawn looked at Hazel and said, "Try to sleep early tonight. And don't come knocking on my door." Puzzled, Hazel returned to her room to find a small box lying o