White Houses
Prologue
The wind was blowing like crazy. Her brown dress flew in different directions, billowing up and down as gusts came and went, her cheeks were red and wind burnt, and the bobby pin that had held her hair back so professionally had long since blown away, causing the ends of her wavy blonde hair to fly haphazardly around her face.
She dug her toes into the damp sand to keep herself from blowing away altogether and pressed her eyes tightly shut, blinking back tears.
She knew that it had been a bad idea to come here. When her boss had suggested that she make a quick business trip up to San Francisco, she quickly refused, claiming that she knew she'd be of much more use in the office. In actuality, San Francisco was only twenty miles west of Adairsville and she knew that if she were that close, she would not be able to resist making the trip.
Her boss had won. She had made her business trip to San Francisco and now, here she was, standing in front of the small, white cabin that she had tried for so many years to block from her mind.
Her eyes snapped open when she heard a squeal. She snapped her head around and saw a young boy running toward the water, a girl slung over his shoulder. The girl giggled and laughed, kicking her legs and pounding her fists until they fell together into the water, both coming up with grins on their faces.
Twenty-three-year-old Lilly Truscott shook her head and smiled at the two, feeling herself being jerked back into a whirlwind of a summer that she had tried so hard to forget.
A/N: This is just a prologue, first chapter will be up soon! Adairsville is totally made up, so don't go thinking it's a real place. I hope you enjoy this story! Review, review, review!
