PROLOGUE

Cooking for you

Rubbing your back while you read,

Waiting for you on the porch till you come home

Taking your hand while you drive

Lighting all the candles before you come home

Staying up late to watch you sleep

Observing all the details

Did you hear my “I love you”?

Sending me flowers whenever you think of me

Planning our first vacation together, the place I like

Asking hundreds of questions about me

Engaging in long, deep talks that soothes me

Making more time for me than yourself

Showing me your weird comfortable side

Yes I heard your “I love you”

The way you wrap your arms around me

The way you look at me and smile at me

And I get lost in your pool of emeralds

The way you look for me first in the crowd

And the way I wait for you

We found each other

And we fit perfect

CHAPTER ONE

The wind blew my hair in all places and I felt like the main character.

The drive to Magnolia Springs in Alabama was just as I expected.

It was a time to reminisce and replay some of the happy memories I had left before everything came crashing down.

I took an intake of breathe. My heart felt relaxed for once.

I was going back home.

Where I was told I belonged.

I had to, it was the final bus stop for me.

I had gathered the heavy stuff I couldn’t move and did a yard sale so I had enough cash to keep me going for the next months till I get a new job.

With all of the things I owned and some of my parents stuff crammed into the back seat and hood of my car I knew there’s was no coming back for me.

The Woman I talked to a week ago before coming, Megan Kingston she said was her name. Sounded so nice and remembered my parents well when I brought them up.

I had told her I was coming back to my parents home, the one they had before they decided to move to the big city, I was coming back to stay.

Megan sounded excited to have me and had to call me yesterday night to make sure I hadn’t changed my mind about coming.

Thanks to my Mum’s Journal I had the address and some of the happy memories she had written down when she moved to stay with my dad in Alabama, I had them to hold with me.

With both dead parents, a college degree in arts, a bleak love life and being unemployed I wanted to be far away from the city as much as possible, away from the place I came back home to see my parents murdered in cold blood.

Sighing when I saw the sign post that read “Welcome to Magnolia Springs” I slowed down to check my map.

The google Map on my phone ended at that particular sign and now I had to ask for directions to my parents house.

I stopped my car to a crawl, looking at the wide yards and houses around.

Driving really slow now in hopes of meeting someone, my faith worked out for me.

I saw a truck parked at the side of a farm, the bonnet was opened and a figure turned out to be working on it.

I pulled over slowly next to him and the figure peeked out from the hood of the car blocking him from the sun.

It was a he and he was shirtless.

“Hello, Good noon I’m new around, pls do you know the directions to the Coleman’s House?” I asked with a slightly loud voice hoping he’d hear me.

“Uh yeah, it’s right after the church, you go straight up and take the first two left turns.

“Alright, Thank you”

I had my foot on the pedal ready to follow the directions before he stopped me.