× Dixie ×
“...I promise, the day will come that you'll come yourself to ask me to explain it all to you but it's not today.” My grandma's words replay in my head…
I hadn’t understood what she meant back then. Of course, I wanted answers, hell, I wanted them more than anything. But I couldn’t stand the thought of Trix being in our house that day, invading what little peace I had left.
Now, though? Now I’d give anything to have those explanations. To know what she was trying to tell me. Maybe it would make all this make sense.
As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, rolling my hair with my fingers, my mind racing, I hear it. A soft crack. The kind of sound that shouldn’t be anything at all but in this dark, isolated room felt like a gunshot.
I get up, my senses on high alert. My hear
