A.N. Welcome back! i know its been a while already, so I'm just putting up the prologue. The actual first chapter is mostly done, so expect that tonight or tomorrow.
Enjoy!
Prologue
How the Wind Blows
The problem with stories, especially the best ones, is not the stories themselves, really, but in the sequels. You see, with one story you get to the end and the fight is over, for better or worse, you're done, unless you have to do it all over again.
"Two months?" she asked, her throat felt extremely tight. Anita looked around at her neat little house. The furniture still smelt new, and the carpet hadn't gained even one stain yet. "How…? What are we going to do?"
There wasn't much they could do. Roger had spent every last waking moment he had trying to clear out a spot for them to start building, and she was swamped with the two little ones. Rachel hadn't even learned how to roll over yet.
Roger slumped onto the couch, holding his head in his hands. "I don't know. I just don't know."
It had been fine, for the last sixth months or so they had been fine. They'd gotten Jack, and Rachel, and their little house. "Why did he pull the money?"
Nearly a million dollars, so much money she couldn't even comprehend it, gone in the blink of an eye. "I refused to sell him the land. He doesn't even want the land; he's trying to break us. Break me." Roger sighed, "If I had known… But I can't sell it, not legally."
All those beautiful acres, sitting up above them, were causing so much trouble. "Can we, move up there? In a trailer?"
"With no water or power or heat?"
"It's summertime! We'd be okay for the summer. And we'll work, both of us. We'll have to take opposite shifts, but we could do that."
Roger gave her a heated look. "And who would work on the mountain? That garbage isn't going to haul itself off."
"We'll get through this." At least she hoped they would.