Life Death
The vast lawn at the back of the house stretches to a forest of trees. The aroma of spicy magnolias, conversations between crickets, and the crescent moon pouring into the open door.Isabella sits, curled on a chair beside the door, the midnight air sticky sweet. She loves it. Being home. But this heaven has a price, and she wonders if all heavens do.The cost for this place is time. Making money for a house she’s rarely in; an irony not beyond her.Isabella stands up, hand resting in that spot...
Supernatural