Twisted Trio

of her sister and the woman in question never visited. From what she understood Aunt Caroline had no children and no significant other. She was a 'woman of the world' as her

et of papers addressed to Cecilia detailing the

ortunity to start over in a new town and find her true passion. Maybe she'd find her place in this small town, this... Black River? Or maybe she'd sell the place and move to a city where sh

e dark like this. A flash of a cute little flower shop store front. A glancing light reflected off windows surrounded by creeping morning glory. Iron-wrought

es closest to the center were quite modest and cute in their own way, each hailing a different charm that those big-box builde

hts it would be a riot of color in the daytime. The house itself was painted a cheerful yellow, albeit washed out by the lights. A wraparound porch was boxed in by delicate-looking railing and poles. It was one of those old-style ram

iven into the lock and made her way inside. It took a bit of fumbling to find the light switch and turning it on revealed a rather modern kitchen. Her aunt had kept up with the place at least, which meant she'd have a comfortable time. Stepping around the gray-granite island into the kitchen

o find the stairs leading up onto the second floor. The upper landing veered both right and left with a door directly ahead. Flicking the hallway light on revealed that door to actually be a bathroom. Turning to the rig

he edge of the bed she took a moment to look around, exhaling the stress caught up in her form. An unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar place. Normal people would be excited at a new beginning, but the weight of responsibility seemed to weigh too heavily on her shoulders. Gettin

lothes in a pile off to the side she slipped under the sheets, feeling out of place in the surprisingly soft thread count. So used to her

osed her eyes. Tomorrow she'd be able to get her bearings both in this h