I don’t even think twice about it when mom leaves. She gives me a stiff hug and tells me she will call at the end of the week to see how I am settling, but that’s it. My mother abandons me in the freaking middle of nowhere with nothing more than a suitcase.
“This is ours,”
I snap out of my thoughts and Esme is holding open the door. Our room is on the third floor, no elevator so I had to drag my suitcase up three flights of stairs. The interior of the boarding house is practically identical to the main building. The stairs are carpeted with an ugly burgundy pattern and each floor is lined either with old fashioned books or ancient paintings. Each door is made of dark wood with a single bronze handle and a slot to fit your key in above.
“Great,” I mutter as I step inside. The room is
