Mitchell wasn’t expecting visitors. Yet a knock interrupted his solitude. At the door stood a young woman in a red coat—blonde hair, bright eyes, hauntingly familiar. It was Nina. No—couldn’t be. Nina was dead. But the voice, the smirk… it was her daughter.
Natasha.
She introduced herself politely, excited, fidgeting with a note in her hand. She had found Mitchell’s address while sorting through Nina’s things. From her coat, she revealed a bundle of old letters—his letters—ones he thought long forgotten.
Mitchell listened warily. Natasha spoke of her mother’s love, her regret, her sadness. Mitchell remembered the passion, the betrayal, and finally, the murder. Nina had crushed him. He’d returned the favor six summers ago. Now, her daughter stood in front of him—a mirror of the past, and perhaps, a new opportunity.
Their conversation darkened. Natasha knew too much—Rathdowney, intimate memories. She was flirtatious, disarming. The lines blurred between mourning and seduction.
Mitchell fought to keep control. But the creature inside stirred again.
“Come inside,” he said.
She accepted.
The door closed behind her.
The wind carried away the leaves—and any trace she had ever stood there.
[excerpt from SEETHINGS 2 – available for download now!]
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