Lilly Jane of willowbrook

Chapter One: Brightwell-on-Sea

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I was eleven when my world changed forever, though at the time, I thought life would always be quiet and safe. Brightwell-on-Sea was a small town tucked along the cliffs, with narrow cobbled streets and the salty smell of the ocean in the air. The waves crashed against the rocks like a lullaby, and gulls wheeled above, as if guarding me.

My life was small and perfect. Mother’s laughter filled our little cottage, and Father’s hands were always busy — in his workshop or tending the garden. I had no siblings, no friends my own age. I was an only child, and I liked it. Life revolved around our family: the sun in the morning, bread baking at Mrs. Hargrove’s bakery, and the lighthouse that stood like a sentinel at the edge of the cliffs.

I would spend hours exploring the rocks and secret paths along the coast, imagining myself chasing the horizon. Father sometimes lifted me onto the workbench in his workshop so I could help polish the wood. I loved the smell of sawdust and the feel of tools in my small hands. Mother would smile at me while knitting, and Father would hum. That hum — soft, steady, and always there — was my favorite sound in the world.

I never imagined that this small, safe life could end.