OL
er's
hame pouring down my cheeks
ns as I drive into the night, the navigation on m
fro
for me, buried in the lush woods of the nor
iven in the middle of the ni
I made it her
a Inn, fueled by fear and be
e come for
ng out of
at I hated it. We went together a whi
e him for one
k and deadly, I booked my trip on a whim, my hand
g for forgiveness behind the locked door o
m my bank account, I have a
et it. It's
the hiccupping
ry to remind myself
out my life and to enjoy
ops, and restaurants illuminated by str
subside, my pho
already at my destination, pulli
a small gasp escape my lips as I take it all in. Th
tly trimmed hedges and guarded by an iron gate. Light peeks through the delicat
and better than I
tayin
st to rest, I turn
r and made it out of the ap
ignal, I don't want to
I don't need
ed the Au
he wood parking sign that leads me to the side of
e a popular tourist attraction, and the
to see it i
at I could into it. If there's anything I'm missing, I c
he white French double door
w ch
l that has been the las
g in the view of the furnished front room