CHAPTER 6
Adeline
There was something about my grandparents’ house that always felt like home. Any chance I had, I was always spending my spare time with them, especially with my grandfather. I could listen to his stories all day long. We used to pop a bag of popcorn and watch documentaries every Saturday night. Before my grandfather passed away, he made me promise I’d never sell the house. The historical society wanted to buy it and turn it into a museum, but no amount of money would ever make me change my mind.
I’d taken a quick shower when I got home, changed into pajamas, and poured myself a glass of wine, before retreating to the living room. With the gas logs turned on, I snuggled with my favorite blanket on my mint-green Victorian style sofa. The Christmas tree was lit, and under
