Elisabeth Lewis-Gornham locked up the door of her house and waved at the taxi driver to stow her luggage. For a moment she stood on her porch unsure to leave. It was such a shame. Her granddaughter was dead and she wasn't sure if she should attend her funeral. But she didn't know how to react in front of Julie or what she could say to her. They hadn't spoken for almost two years. She knew from Cindy Julie had married another man but that was all. She didn't even know how Kaitlin was doing. When she had been younger Julie often had visited her with Kaitlin and Marissa and they had made long walks through Riverside to show the girls where their mom had grown up.
Elisabeth smiled at this thought while wiping away a tear and turned around. She wanted to say good bye to Marissa one last time.
Michael sat on his couch like everyday looking at the black envelope on the table in front of him. It had been three days since his neighboor had given him the letter und even now he couldn't believe what he had read.
How his granddaughter could be dead? How the hell did this happen? He knew he hadn't been close to the family lately, but the news of Marissa's death had made him ropy.
A single tear appeared in the corner of his eye at the thought of his one year old granddaughter who sat on her mother's lap gurgling happy while her father brought in some presents. Her first birthday was the last memory of Marissa.
Now, 17 years later, Michael wasn't sure of visiting Newport. He knew he had to, at least for Marissa's sake. He didn't want to face his daughter. Julie had became another person since moving into this damn town and wearing expensive clothes.
Michael stood up with a sigh, looked down at the envelope for a second and left the room. He had to pack some things.