what happened in a small town

part Three

Home sweet home.
She got out of the car and stopped in front of the yellowish-white gate, a medium-sized two floors house, a small garden surrounding it, and a neglected garage with an old car belonging to her aunt's first husband.
Dim lights coming from the first floor, she breathed sharply, the tension hitting her stomach, she walked until she stopped on the front porch, she took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door and waited, she heard footsteps coming and then heard the door latch open and then the knob turned and then a look from her aunt's brown eyes looked at her. It’s turned from a normal look to a look of surprise, neither happy nor sad surprise, just surprise.
"Maral!" Surprised, she called out her name.
“Hello, Aunt Katherine.” She said with a faint smile. "Can I come?"
The woman over fifty sighed, although she is somewhat good at keeping her figure, then stepped aside, allowing her to cross inside.
She placed the bag by the door and received her questioning, surprised tone. "Where have you been? Why were your calls cut off and your phone turned off?" she looked at her face and her features looked tired and miserable. "And what the hell happened to you?"
"I think we have to sit down because this is going to take a long time."

She said with a faint half-smile.
Her aunt pointed her to the sofa in the room next to the foyer. She followed her and sat across from her, trying to arrange what she was going to say. She was tired, exhausted, and coming from an overwhelming sense of fear, so she had nothing but the truth in her mind. Lying was never her thing, she used to do disasters and be frank about it, and frankness saved her every time. How good that would have been if she thought about that when her idiot ex-boss convinced her to go undercover to uncover shady sports deals.
"I made a very wrong, foolish, and bad decision." She said it and stepped back telling the story without details that no one needed to hear. Details she's not sure she can share at the moment or any other time, details she'd better keep buried so she tries to forget them or forget them on purpose because there's no other way to deal with them because this kind of things the one can not reconcile with or accept, he just tries to forget her.
"Oh, Maral..." Her aunt muttered Unbelievably, followed by excitement. "You always think you're going to do great things, and you're willing to chase that to the end of the world and look what got you!" she looked at her with an unspecified annoyance. "How did you fall yourself with someone like that?"
"I don't know how I did that to myself." She laughed darkly, she didn't like her reaction, but she is her aunt as it is. "I made a mistake, maybe more than one, I admit it and I paid for my mistakes, believe me, I did."
"All you wanted was to get out of here, and look how this brought you back." Catherine pursed her lips. "You left without saying anything, you took your bag and the little money you could save and left, and four years later you came back with your bag."
"Yeah, so ironic how miserable my life is." Maral sneered.
"Don't be a smart ass with me." Katherine gave her an amused smile.
"Sorry." Maral raised her palm in apology.
"Actually, I could benefit from having someone in the house." She said as she looked at her, giving her a glimpse of what had happened in her absence. "You know I got married six months after you left."
"Oh, congratulations, I'm so happy for you." She said surprised, not wondering.
"And I got a divorce after eight months." She said it with a silly smile over her congrats.
"Oh, sorry, I'm sad for you." She said while trying to suppress her laughter.
"Stop making fun of me." She crossed her arms in front of her chest with a wary look. "I never liked Your quick replies since you were little."
"Sorry, but you're telling the story in pieces." She defended herself.

This is Katherine Bean Bruce, a woman in her fifties, maybe older but she doesn't say it, a nice person most of the time, especially when there's an audience for that. She came to live in CaydeVillage with her first husband, eleven years later, he died of natural causes, and she was stuck in the city and couldn't leave, God only knows why. She's never worked before, she has no hobbies other than poker, gossip and sitting in front of the pool under the sun, she's not very pretty and she's not very young, so she decides that a small town has better opportunities for her.