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The puas cap back on and came to her“No one’s lived in the Foster place for years Not since Marian got sick and had to go to the home” He pushed his cap back on his head “Heard some distant family member inherited it, but we’ve never heard a whisper fro”

Unease settled on her again, erasing the tingle of anticipation she’d felt How randbut a derelict disaster after all The joke would be on her, wouldn’t it, if she had inherited a rundown ive me directions to it anyway?”

He peered at her keenly “Hey, you ain’t that relative, are ya? The one she left everything to?”

Abigail held in a sigh and tried to relax her shoulders “That would be reat-aunt” It felt strange just saying the words

He tilted his head and squinted at her “You Iris’s blood, then? No one from Iris’s side’s set foot here since ’45”

Her smile faltered at the re about the house, but as she sat in her car, Abby realized that perfect strangers knew more about her family past than she did It wasn’t exactly a co

“The directions, please?”

He stepped back at her sharpish tone “Sure, sure, right enough Follow this road through town, then go another few ht, starting up the mountain Foster Lane’s about halfway up, to the left”

“Thank you so as and started her engine But before she could drive away, the man—Bill, his shirt said—le

aned his elbows on the

“You’re gonna want so to need repairs for sure I can give you some names…”