Chapter 9: A Family Business

Vivian

"I don't know what else I thought would happen," I admitted to Marian after telling her how my morning with Finn went.

She sat on the porch swing quietly reading a book while I pruned the garden. Some of the plants had overgrown and were strangling smaller flowers. I found some shears in the cottage and thought it would be nice to have something to keep me busy.

"Now you know. I guess there's no point in hoping he'll change."

I sighed heavily and snipped a vine from around a flower. Part of me imagined that vine being Finn's neck.

"No, I guess not."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything really depressing."

I snapped the shears closed and whipped around to face the front gate. A thin, sickly-looking woman with strawberry blond hair approached with a friendly smile.

"Who are you?" I pointed the shears at her.

"Grace Riker. My brother wants me to keep an eye on you and learn about you."