Chapter Five: Sabrina

Sabrina

Thump-thump, thump-thump-thump.

She beat the screen door on the neighbor's trailer with the same rhythmic knock she’d been using since her childhood. It was a pattern that hadn’t changed in almost twenty years.

The door hinges squeaked as it opened and Aunt Faye stood in the trailer, smiling wide. She was a stout woman whose weight gave way to a particularly jolly laugh. Like most days, she was wearing a cotton dress and shoes that hugged her tiny feet.

She was clearly happy that her goddaughter had paid a visit. It was written all over her face.

“Hey, Bean,” Faye said, her English accent formal and friendly at the same time.

“Hey, Aunty,” Sabrina said, pulling the older woman in for a hug. The two embraced each other as if it’d been years since they had spoken, even though it had been less than a day.

“I bet you have some news for me,” Faye said as they broke from their hug, her eyebrows arching into her gray wispy bangs.

Sabrina grinned.

“Come inside, love,” Faye said, stepp