Let me start by saying that it's my brother who's the heir, not me.
My name is Teagan, and I'm a Trauma Surgeon at the local hospital.
I'm obviously a very busy woman. I shouldn't have to be the one doing this, then, but my dear brother can't be bothered to.
He whines about how he has children to tend to and ghosts to exorcise - that's all well and good, but the family chronicle is an important record.
So.
My nieces and nephew are named Spring, Autumn, and Gael. I seem to be the only one capable of doing anything around here, so I also spend a lot of time working with them.
Babies need love and attention, or they'll wither and die. Doesn't anyone know anything around here?
My brother, Quinn, spends most of his time chasing ghost stories in the hopes of banishing the restless spirits in our own home. He's the reason we had to scrape up all the ashes from our old place when the military deemed it time for us to relocate.
Did I mention that?
A man with green eyes came to our door. "I knew your grandfather," he explained.
"Your family has attracted a lot of attention ... some of it, I'm sure you're aware, is hostile towards you. For your safety," he says, "We'll be relocating you to Midnight Hollow."
