Chapter 94: Miranda

Sarah and I had taken a couple of minutes to compose ourselves before she pulled back onto the driveway and parked in front of the Burins' house. Just like my own, nothing about this one had changed since I'd been gone. There were so many memories here and around their property. I'd spent as much of my youth roaming the pastures of Twin Creeks as those of Cross Acres. I fought a mental battle against letting the happiness of my youth shadow the reality of my life. I doubted I would be any more welcome here than I had anywhere else in Mason Belle, probably less.

I'd hurt their son as much as I had myself and my sister. Parents weren't likely to forgive that type of indiscretion. Not that I blamed them, or anyone else. I didn't. They all had every right to hate me, to hold a grudge.