5 years later

Betty’s POV

The porch wrapped around the side of the home offered one of the most peaceful views I had come to love. It was a cold autumn morning, the kind where the air felt cold against my skin.

Golden and crimson leaves drifted lazily from the maple trees that lined the garden, carpeting the grass in thick, rustling blankets. The flower beds that had burst with colour all summer now stood in more subdued tones, late chrysanthemums and asters still holding on bravely ...