The Thorne Family Ledger
The house smelled of damp wood and dried flowers, the particular perfume of a Southern mansion that had not been properly aired in decades. Cora Thorne stood in the center of her grandmother's bedroom, a room that had been frozen in time since the day Great-Grandmother Isabella had died in 1912. The four-poster bed was draped in yellowed lace. The vanity mirror was clouded with age. And on the...
0 Reacties 0 aandelen 9 Views 0 voorbeeld