Chapter 47: Family Matters

Lilith stood before her old home and found it to be the gates of hell. She checked the surrounding buildings, and found, thankfully, no sign of a hanging. Everything appeared to be as she left it.

Appeared to be, being the keywords.

“Ethel,” Mary began. “Are you ready?”

“…No,” Lilith said, and placed one hand on the handle of her dirk. “But let’s get this over with anyway.”

The two headed inside, with Lilith opening the door with forced bravado that she didn’t truly feel.

The front entrance looked the same as it always hand, but the foyer, where chairs and tables awaited them, roared with a lit fireplace, and a freshly brewed pot of tea sat on the coffee table.

And poking out from the left-hand chair, was a strand of blonde hair. Lilith moved to dart forward, but a hand on her shoulder pulled her back. She glanced toward Mary, who held up a finger to her mouth. The universal signal for ‘be quiet.’