Hello! Two updates in less than an hour woot! So this is the story that I swore to Ace and Mac I wouldn't post till HM was finished and I kept my promise :) HM is done and I was too excited to wait to post this one. I love this idea and I cant wait to see how everyone likes it. I got this idea after watching one of my favorite black and white movies.

*I do not owe either the Walking Dead or the Ghost and Mrs. Muir*

Let me know what you think?!

"Carol, you can not be serious?" Evelyn Peletier cried.

Carol sighed. She had been listening to the same argument all week. "Evelyn please this isn't against you," Carol said while taking a sip of her coffee. "This is for myself and Sophia. This is what's best for us."

"But where will you go? You don't have much money," Evelyn said. Tossing her napkin on the table she pushed her chair away from the table quickly fleeing into the kitchen, sobbing as she went.

Bracing her elbows on the table Carol rubbed her temples. It didn't matter what arguments Evelyn wanted to throw at her or how dramatic she wanted to be, Carol had made up her mind. Bursting back into the dinning room Evelyn sniffed, "What would poor Ed think? Not even cold in the ground and you're running off."

Raising a brow Carol took a deep breath, releasing it through her nose, "Evelyn, really? Ed has been dead a year."

Pushing herself from the table, Carol prepared to stand. She was done having this conversation. They had been going in circles over this for several weeks now and Carol wasn't changing her mind.

"What about Sophia? Have you thought about her?" Evelyn asked quietly.

Carol let loose a soft growl, "What about her, Evelyn? She gritted out. Using everything in her Carol was trying to maintain a civil conversation, but bringing her daughter into this was quickly making her lose her patience.

"You're taking her away from the only family she has ever known," Evelyn cried, tears streaming down her face.

Carol rolled her eyes at her tears knowing they weren't real... nothing about the Peletier family was. It was one of the reasons Carol did not want Sophia growing up around this family. She didn't want her daughter to have the same family memories that she did. On the outside the Peletier family seemed like the perfect southern family, loving and sweet, but they weren't. They were cold and calculated people, willing to do whatever and use whomever they needed to, in order to get what they wanted. At first Carol had been so blinded by the prospect of finally having everything she had ever wanted she had missed the signs.

It wasn't till after her marriage to Ed that they started to show their true colors. The ink wasn't even dry on their marriage certificate and Carol had already fallen out of love with Ed. She had been foolish to stay she knew that, but she had already found out she was pregnant with Sophia and she hadn't wanted her child to grow up with even less than she herself had.

She remembered the day the police had shown up at her house, informing her that Ed had died in a terrible car accident. She had acted the part of a devastated wife, but on the inside she was relieved. She shed tears for Ed, for the loss his family and friends suffered, but she never once shed them out of a broken heart.

Her relief soon turned to fear then anger... anger at herself for the fear that bubbled up inside her whenever she thought of leaving the house she had shared with Ed, the fear of striking out on her own. She had gone from one unhappy home right to another when she married Ed. It was all she had ever known. When her mother in law had asked them to come stay with her Carol had accepted without hesitation and she had hated herself the moment her acceptance left her mouth.

She had finally started to accept her place in life as punishment for some sin she must have committed when the dreams had started. She never remembered much from them, just flashes here and there of the mountains and beautiful white flowers. She would wake from these dreams and still be able to smell the fresh cool air, pine and oddly enough - leather. It wasn't so much the actual dreams themselves that had finally given her the courage to leave, it was feelings they left her with each morning - love and warmth.

"Carol!" Evelyn cried, stomping her foot like a petulant child. "Are you even listening to me?"

Turning her head slowly towards the head of the table where Evelyn stood, Carol nodded her head. "Yes, Evelyn I have been listening, but my mind is made up."

Evelyn must have seen the look of finality in Carol's eyes, because she took several deep breaths in order to calm herself only whimpering slightly when she asked, "Where ever will you go?"

Reaching for her neglected coffee Carol smiled, "The mountains."

Carol couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she drove her jeep down the main street of Leatherwood, Georgia. This was just the right place for her and Sophia. There was something about the small wooded town nestled deep in the Blue Ridge mountains that just called to her.

She had made arrangements immediately to come to Leatherwood in search of a place for them to live as soon as she saw pictures of the town in a magazine, and with every passing moment Carol was falling more and more in love with the sleepy little town.

Pulling into the small parking lot, Carol climbed out of the jeep. Grabbing up her purse she checked once more to make sure she had her checkbook, something she hadn't touched since Ed's life insurance payout had hit her checking account. It was money that she had never even wanted, but now she couldn't think of a better use for the money than to help rebuild her life.

Carol couldn't contain her excitement as she stepped through the doors of Horvath and Sons Realty. The bell above the door chimed softly as she came through into the tiny office, startling the elderly gentleman seated behind the only desk in the small room. Standing quickly, the man wiped at his face brushing at the egg shells that had fallen onto his shirt.

"Good afternoon ma'am, welcome," he said stretching his hand out to Carol, "I am Dale Horvath."

Grasping his hand she said, "Good afternoon Mr. Horvath, I am Carol Peletier we spoke on the phone. I am sorry to have interrupted your lunch." She nodded towards the mess of egg shells on his desk.

Waving a hand in Carol's direction he pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped at his desk. "Not at all Mrs. Peletier and please, call me Dale."

"Carol."

Motioning towards an armchair seated in front of his desk, Dale pulled a file folder from a drawer. "Now Carol, I pulled these listings as soon as we got off the phone, I am sure one of these will be perfect for you," Dale said, smilingly warmly at her. Opening the folder he pulled the first sheet out placing it in front of Carol. "Now this is a charming little house, right here in the center of town."

Carol glanced at the picture of a small house with a white picket fence. She shook her head at it. It reminded her too much of the house she had shared with Ed.

Moving on to the next paper, Carol dismissed it the moment she got a look at the price, "Too expensive," she muttered.

Making a note of the price, Dale shuffled through the small stack of papers, pulling out a few that he stated were in a similar price range as the one he just showed her. Dale frowned when he looked at the next page. Shaking his head he discarded it without even showing it to Carol. Out of curiousity Carol glanced down at the paper, her breath catching in her chest. Pulling the page closer to her Carol couldn't take her eyes off the photo. The cabin was simple, but beautiful, the wood a deep red and the porch seemed to wrap all the way around the cabin. White flowers grew all around the outside. She knew without a doubt that this one was the one for her.

"Now this one," Dale said holding up a sheet from the folder, "Is just right for you. Two bedrooms, also right here in town..."

What about this one?" Carol asked, cutting him off.

Dale frowned when he saw the paper in her hand, "No, that one isn't for you."

Carol raised an eyebrow "Why? It's beautiful and the price is amazing. Is there something wrong with it?"

"Of course not!" Dale stammered. "None of the properties I show have a thing wrong with them... structurally."

"Great!" Carol said, standing up. "Then I would love to see this one." She headed towards the door, pausing when she realized Dale was not following her.

Several moments ticked by before Dale finally spoke. "Alright," he sighed. "I'll take you to see it, but you will see that it just isn't for you."

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