A/N: Ready to see Clara Mora, aka Hope Black, and a young Carter?
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This time when I was dumped in front of a place, I recognized it immediately, despite the state of disrepair it has fallen into since I saw it last. The building that haunted my nightmares and housed my daydreams both, my childhood home stood before me.
Nothing had changed, and everything brought back a memory. The peeling paint, creaky steps, wildflower and old books perfume... Event the rusted porch swing still sat in the exact same spot, and it was almost like I had never left. The only sign that it had been untouched for a long while was the cleanliness of everything- two young children and a husband who worked nights while you taught as an elementary school teacher-led to not a lot of
