The Beaumont house was dying. Not dramatically, not with creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper
I am Lula Mae Beaumont, the last daughter of a family that used to be the wealthiest in the county. My brothers are dead or gone. My father is a drunk who talks to ghosts in the study. I am twenty-four, sharp-tongued, stubborn, and refusing to leave the house that is slowly eating me alive. Caleb Raines was being chased away from the old barn by three men from town on a Tuesday in late June....
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