Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small.
When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she se...
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The house looks eerily quiet from the outside, the only thing proving it has life inside, being the orange glow from the fireplace and the dim porchlight. That and my pink bug sitting in the driveway.
No other lights stream through the windows to outside, and I'm guessing everyone's asleep since I don't hear any music or talking when I enter through the front door.
The wood creaks quietly beneath my feet, and I quickly try to shut the door, slowing down right as it clicks shut. The warmth from the fire instantly warms my face and finger tips, and I strip from my layers no longer needing a jacket.
Every light in the house is turned off, no light streaming from underneath either of the doors in the hallway. I glance at the clock.
10:42.
Jeez... I didn't realize I stated out so late tonight. I walk towards the fire, enjoying the quiet cracking sound of the wood.
Not many homes still have real fireplaces like this, and the fake ones just aren't the same. Especially for the Christmas season.
I toss my purse onto the couch, before hugging myself, rubbing my palms across my arms. The long sleeve shirt I have one helps keep my bare skin from getting too hot, although I can already feel my nose and cheeks burning with the heat.
No doubt they're bright red.
I move my still cold palms to my cheeks, in an attempt to cool them down.
I don't notice the figure on the couch until they speak up.
"You know, standing that close is only going to make your skin burn." River pauses, looking at the glow in front of me.
I turn to him, a small gasp falling from my mouth.
I stifle the scream wanting to bubble up, and not wanting to wake Larson, I bite my lip, glaring.
