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Trying to beat the storm, she left early and headed for her brother's place on the outskirts of Leafton, Georgia, the small town of no more than 4,000 people she'd grown up in and around with her mom and the many men who came through the revolving love door of her mother's life.
Well, at least until that woman finally met a man worth calling a man, Tom Brolls. They'd married when she was 8 -years-old and he'd been a good step-father and the fact that he'd moved them out of the old run down house she'd grown up in and into a nice, neat brick home with plenty of room was just an added bonus.
Her mother passed away about eight years ago, just a few weeks shy of Christmas, from heart problems, and now Tom's gone and died too. He in a freak vehicle accident on a rain slick road just a few blocks from home.
She was her mother's only child, but Tom had added to the mix with two boys of his own, Tony and Flynn. But really there was one more, Gage. He and Tony and Flynn were joined at the hip and the boy was always around. He had a home, but couldn't have spent much time in it since he was always at her house with her brothers. Who would want to really? His mom was, for lack of better words, not much of a mom. She liked to pretend she didn't have a kid. His father, well, he was just a run of the mill drunk, defining alcoholic to the tee.
She was close with her brothers, and as a young adult just out of high school she became even closer with Gage, intimately closer. Then he broke her heart, trust, faith and belief in love.
Now she's own her way home to tend to funeral arrangements, finances, the old house, and everything else that comes along with death not to mention two brothers and the one man who she has not faced since the day she packed her stuff and left town.