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Chapter 1- Jessi
Jessi finished stretching and prepared to leave her dance class. She was looking forward to a long weekend of relaxation with her husband Dwaine; it was well needed and well deserved.
Jessi was a dance teacher. Which meant that every single day she had to teach a class, whether it was private or not. She didn't hate it, no, she absolutely loved it. But it was extremely tiring and it gave her no time for anything else. It was also the reason she hadn't had kids.
She walked through the front door of the bungalow she shared with Dwaine, picked up the mail from the hall table, kicked her shoes off, dumped her bags on the kitchen table, walked through to the living room, and collapsed on settee. She picked up the remote, switched on the television and read through the mail. She read through the first few letters and it was bills and she was almost ready to chuck the post on the floor when she came to the last letter. It had a postmark from Stoneybrook and she opened it cautiously, thinking it was a death notice like the one she had received two years ago when Mary Anne had committed suicide.
As she opened it she read the first words, "Hi Jess," and she breathed a sigh of relief because if it were bad news it wouldn't begin like that. She skimmed down to the end of the letter and read the name of the writer. It was from Claudia. She read the content and it was an invitation to an art gallery to view the new exhibition of Claudia Kishi's art.
She ran into the study where Dwaine was working and shouted, "guess what? I'm going to Stoneybrook!!!"
Chapter 1- Jessi
Jessi finished stretching and prepared to leave her dance class. She was looking forward to a long weekend of relaxation with her husband Dwaine; it was well needed and well deserved.
Jessi was a dance teacher. Which meant that every single day she had to teach a class, whether it was private or not. She didn't hate it, no, she absolutely loved it. But it was extremely tiring and it gave her no time for anything else. It was also the reason she hadn't had kids.
She walked through the front door of the bungalow she shared with Dwaine, picked up the mail from the hall table, kicked her shoes off, dumped her bags on the kitchen table, walked through to the living room, and collapsed on settee. She picked up the remote, switched on the television and read through the mail. She read through the first few letters and it was bills and she was almost ready to chuck the post on the floor when she came to the last letter. It had a postmark from Stoneybrook and she opened it cautiously, thinking it was a death notice like the one she had received two years ago when Mary Anne had committed suicide.
As she opened it she read the first words, "Hi Jess," and she breathed a sigh of relief because if it were bad news it wouldn't begin like that. She skimmed down to the end of the letter and read the name of the writer. It was from Claudia. She read the content and it was an invitation to an art gallery to view the new exhibition of Claudia Kishi's art.
She ran into the study where Dwaine was working and shouted, "guess what? I'm going to Stoneybrook!!!"