Give me Woe

Chapter 24 - What Comes Next

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Baby Desmond happily spent his days either playing with his grandparents, being read to by Wednesday, and in the company of his father while he watched him work on his latest art.

Wednesday for once found a quiet sense of peace with herself and her life.

She passed her mornings caring for her baby, her afternoons writing, and her evenings in the quiet company of loving Xavier.

As she finished her latest manuscript and walked to her editor's office late one afternoon, she couldn't help but notice the picture of a massive, dark, Victorian house that had been posted in the window of a realtor's establishment.

Wednesday stopped in her tracks to gaze up at the photo before her eyes ever dropped to the numbers beneath.

The house reminded her of her childhood home, except that its grand size dwarfed the Addams' mansion.

Despite its imposing stature, the house was as dilapidated and detail-rich as the property in which Wednesday had spent her formative years.

Before she realized how long she had lingered, a bell chimed and a door opened as a voice called out, "Hello! Is there anything I can help you with? 112 Killaman Drive is still for sale, in case you were wondering!"

Wednesday glanced at the woman who had spoken before she blinked back at the page and noticed the address of the house matched the announcement.

"My name is Sarah Regens." The woman, a kind-faced, middle-aged blonde smiled, "Would you like me to show you a few details about the property? It's quite an investment piece but it's history is timeless!"

"..........Um, no." Wednesday said awkwardly, caught a bit off guard before she clutched her papers closer to her chest, "I was only looking."

"Of course!" The woman, Sarah, said with a sweet smile, "Feel free to come back if you change your mind!"

As Sarah receded into her office and let the door swing shut behind herself, Wednesday frowned as she resumed her path.

Her appointment with her editor was as brief as she had expected, but at no point during her meeting could she get that house off her mind.

She let out a frustrated sigh while she walked down the street fifteen minutes later, with her empty hands balled into fists spawned from bitter defeat.

Once she came to Sarah's office, she swung open the door and stepped inside.

Sarah had been waiting for her customer at her desk.

Her face lit up in a happy smile when she saw Wednesday walk in before she chirped, "Ah, you're back! Shall we start with the price?"

"The price isn't important." Wednesday scowled, "..........I'm more interested in the bones."

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It took a fair amount of work to tune out Sarah's endless chatter, but Wednesday had spent her life perfecting that art.

While the overjoyed realtor watched her customer walk through the damask, forgotten halls of 112 Killaman Drive during the impromptu showing, Wednesday had withdrawn almost entirely into herself.

The halls of the abandoned house creaked as if they cried out in longing for their former owners to return.

Wednesday ran her fingers along the peeling wallpaper that gently sagged towards her as she walked up an impossibly steep and dangerously narrow flight of steps on the first floor's library.