The year turns. It is presently not the year my sister and her better half kicked the bucket appallingly. The destruction of Eliza's studio has been cleaned up. A landscaper companion of Abigail's laid new turf over the darkened land. It is a help not to have it in my eyeline any longer, albeit the sight is permanent, obviously. January brings new goals, another sunrise. Will it bring another beginning for my spooky nephew? In the event that he didn't kill my sister, it must. The rest, all that I am certain he is covering up, he can advise me on schedule, and we can come to accept it together. I trust.
What's more, finally the day comes: the Crown versus Callie William. The outfit I have picked is a modest dark shirt dress from H&M and the cattle rustler boots I purchased in New York last
