Hannah runs out of excuses to avoid going through her aunt's belongings. Now she must face her next mystery with no warning of what's next.

Hannah talks to the mysterious stranger she ran into at her manor and finds out they both need someone to talk to about their grievances.

Hannah relaxes in the back garden after days of legal procedures to claim her inheritance after the death of her Aunt Blaire.

Finding a gardener was more complicated than I expected. Elaina and Frank weren’t joking when they said Aunt Blaire ran off most of the professionals around. All the ones I called, she either fired, the grounds were too much for them, or they didn’t have any openings on their full-time client list. I was on ...

I have a box of memoriesTidbits of this and thatThe past of good and badFrom time to time I blow off the dustPulling off the top and digging insideLooking over this and thatSeeingFeelingRememberingHow much have things really changed?For better or for worseLove and lostHere and nowI wanna laugh and cryBut I do neitherTouching the folded ...

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Nothing happened. The stone door didn’t budge. I pulled the iron handle again and had the same result. The door might have been sealed shut. But who would seal shut a mausoleum door? Or maybe I was an idiot, and there was some special ...

“Loyalty. Elaina and I, our families have served the Covingport line since Edward’s arrival...It is true that we owe no loyalty to the tainted Covingport line. But Elaina and I believe that one day the true Covingport heir will come back to us.”

The murder happened about a century ago...Edward James Hawthorne Covingport was the original owner and title holder of the marquess line. No one knows who did it, it was never solved.

Timeestablishes order, each tick tock,or ding ping,metronomic marksof life engraved along neuronic lines,neutrons and protons watch electrons racearound nuclei rims. Spinning synchronicity seeksto break light speedetched electric memories, instantly recalledvia sight, smell word or refrainpulling past into presentwith melancholicovertonestimelines merge. Agedegrades pathways,atomic dance slows ascadence changescounting downevery tick tock, or ding ping whilebronchial breezes cease to flowheart’s final beatebbs spirit soars. Image by Mark Schaefer ...

“Covingport Manor is haunted by ghosts.” “I don’t believe in ghosts. They’re simply make-believe legends that people tell themselves to help them grieve loved ones,” I told them.