Five Months ago
Jada Wilson
As Jada exited the taxi, the harshness of the morning winter breeze blew straight onto her soft skin, immediately causing goosebumps.
She snuggly pulled her jacket, looking around at the ground she once played on countless times as a child while the driver helped remove her bag from the trunk.
The grounds were pretty much the same, well-kept. The swing looked like it was still rotting, and the Manor stood tall and proud. The same as it was when Jada visited two thanksgivings ago.
Jada watched the taxi disappear around the bend of the Manor's long pathway making its way to the exit.
Turning to stare up curiously at the massive door at the Manor's entrance, Jada picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulders, and made her way inside after gaining entry.
"Mama, where are you?" Jada shouts excitedly from the foyer, resting her bag on the floor.
