Memories of the Past
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I survey the room. It has a simple white dresser with a beautiful frosted mirror propped up against it. The bed had a midnight blue cover, my favourite colour. The window looked out over the apple orchard, with the extension of the kitchen directly below it.
My new home.
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Erin Martins has found herself a home.
After losing everything on one final mission for MI6, she's a broken girl.
Luckily for her, the people in her private foster home managed to find her a family. A mum and dad living in Scotland. Half English - half Scottish.
Erin takes her chances and moves in with them. Slowly, she's aided back into recovery from her physical and mental injures.
But her past just won't leave her alone.
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