sayomi-chan

Southbury, Connecticut seemed awash with the tell-tale signs of summer. Hotels were raking in the profits from tourists who sought peace in the quiet, little town, escape from the hustle and bustle of their normal lives. The shops that lined the streets, most based in buildings that had been there for over a century, had certain charms that lured browsers and returning customers. Lush, green trees seemed to sprout up wherever one looked, and happy flowers winked from almost every window. Residents passed each other and smiled, cheerful with the lives each had carved out for themselves. She hated it already. Darby Williams sat sullenly in the