Rosemary

In the quiet town of Eldridge, nestled amidst rolling green hills and blooming meadows, a baby girl named Rosemary entered the world. Her arrival was shrouded in mystery, for she was found abandoned on a carriage, no one claiming her as their own. The townfolk whispered rumors of her origins, but no concrete answers could be found.

Despite the uncertainty surrounding her birth, Rosemary was fortunate to be taken in by an unlikely pair of adoptive parents. Her father, Richard, was a troubled man, known for his fondness of drink and his inability to provide stability. Yet, he possessed a glimmer of kindness that caught the attention of the townspeople. Rosemary's mother, Evelyn, stood as his steadfast counterpart, a beacon of responsibility and unwavering love.

Together, Richard and Evelyn attempted to create a semblance of a family for Rosemary. They lived in a modest cottage on the outskirts of Eldridge, where the scent of wildflowers drifted through the air. Rosemary grew amidst a delicate balance of her father's intermittent warmth and her mother's constant nurturing.

But fate has a way of weaving unexpected tragedies into the tapestry of life. One fateful night, a devastating fire consumed their humble abode, leaving no survivors. The flames engulfed the cottage, consuming not only the physical structure but also the fragile threads of hope that had begun to form in Rosemary's heart.

Devastated and alone, Rosemary stood amidst the smoldering ruins of her once-home. Tears mingled with the soot on her cheeks as she grappled with the harsh reality that both her adoptive parents had been taken from her. The weight of her loss threatened to drown her spirit, leaving her adrift in a sea of sorrow.

What will she do?