Summary

Broken Past Haunted by the past and tormented with doubt about the future, a young troubled writer must overcome obstacles, question her beliefs and accept the cabalistic to discover her heritage. *************** As I stood before the rustic and quaint house, several emotions flew out to embrace me. Of these, the most powerful was a deep – no – a profound sense of belonging. A warmth, a friendliness – a certain familiarity. As if I had been here before. As if I had lived here before. As if I had taken a considerable measure of solace and comfort in this very house. A sudden sense of fear swathed me next. However, the emotion was so tiny, almost like a wisp of a shadow circling and then flying past me so quickly, that it didn't quite register. Had it registered, I probably would have turned and scampered up the mountainside. As it were, the feeling was nippily replaced by the next – that of happiness, of joy and all things wonderful. Like sitting down with a plateful of Cinnabons. The wonderful hot spicy aroma floating up my nose and the anticipation of digging into something tender, soft, squishy and oh... so full of goodness. It felt so real that I could feel myself salivating at the thought. Ooh... I confess I was perhaps just a tiny bit homesick. I glanced at my watch, calculations flying through my head. At this hour, in London, I would be sitting in the café nursing a hot coffee and digging into a Cinnabon. A sound tore me from my thoughts. I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. However, a sudden breeze seemed to be rustling everything in sight; from the weeds growing out the chimney to the loose tiles that made up the roof of the house, to the long grass that grew all around as if it were protective fencing. Dry pine needles floated lazily down from nearby trees only to be picked up by the breeze and transported elsewhere. Dust motes seemed to obscure my vision. I raised my hand to protect my eyes from the dry wind and all that it carried. While the setting seemed idyllic, the agent next to me ap...