Family Values, I: Distant Memories

This was it. 77 Maple Street, Old Town. Just like the note said.

Beatrice held in a breath and then let it out slowly as she set her bags down on the sidewalk. She’d known her great aunt and uncle were wealthy; Beatrice’s father had done well for himself in life, too, but her estranged relatives’ estate made the charming chalet where she’d grown up look like a tool shed.

Family Values: Prologue

“Goodbye, Daddy,”

The words were nothing but a frail whisper drowned out by the whistling wind, but it didn’t matter. The only other people present to hear them were just memories.