"How long have you been hiding out here?" she mumbled, grabbing an off-white box decorated with hand-painted flowers.
Forgotten for decades.
* * *
Sitting on the couch, she lifted the box lid. It was stuffed with old postcards, mostly from Aunt June. Dozens of black-and-white photos were crammed inside, awaiting their turn for tape into scrapbooks that never materialized.
How skinny we all were.
Peering deeper, her breath caught.
In the bottom corner lay a neat stack of old letters, daintily tied with a burgundy ribbon.
She did not recognize the handwriting.
Her trembling hand opened the first in the stack.
YOU ARE READING
King Tide
General FictionA storm is brewing. Kirby has inherited her mother's beach house. But it holds secrets that will change her forever.
