13

A Move to the Estate

It’s been a week. Elinor heaved a long sigh as she stood in the middle of her mother’s bedroom wearing a light blue cardigan that her mother had knitted for her sixteenth birthday.

She hugged herself as her eyes scanned the room. Bonnie helped her clean it yesterday. It doesn’t change much. It still looked like how it used to be before, only that she would no longer see her mother pace around the room, or see her hunched over her desk where she used to knit.

There is no warmth in it. The warmth of her mother that she longed to feel so much so it hurts.

She figured that if she is to stay in this cabin by herself, she will live her life forever stuck. Her days would always be gloomy and unproductive because of the sudden death of her mother.

It took her a week before she finally came up to Colin one afternoon and spoke for the first time in a couple of days.

“I have made up my mind,” she said.

Colin put down the paper or what seemed to be like a map that he’d been r