AMBER.
I followed the directions Ellie had given me and pulled up outside a big, beautiful house. This couldn’t be the right place, surely. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I walked over and cleared the foliage that had grown over the sign. BLUEBELL COTTAGE. It was the right house. HOLY s**t! I couldn’t believe that this gorgeous house was mine. Bluebell cottage was a misleading name. I had been expecting a cosy little cottage, not this. It was a luxury lodge style building, all wood and glass. There was a huge garden, which was a little wild at the moment. The house in the city was a small two bed, terraced house in the middle of a busy street. I loved that house and had so many happy memories there, but I couldn’t help feeling a little bit confused as to why we had lived there,
