"You live here?" Cleora asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked around.
The sky has already grown dark, the stars twinkling above like tiny pinpricks of light against the dark canvas of the night.
The air was cool and crisp against her skin, but there was warmth coming from the woman beside her who had her arm around her daughter's shoulders.
The two of them walked through the gate, the sound of it closing behind them echoing faintly in the quiet night.
The path before them was illuminated by the soft glow of the moon and the lanterns hanging by the porch, casting long, eerie shadows across the ground as they began to walk.
"Yes.. Well, technically, it's not my house." Coco stated, feeling a little ashamed of herself. "This house belongs to one of Coco Hughes' husbands."
"Coco Hughes?" Cleora raised an eyebrow. "Is that the name of the original owner of the body?"
