Christopher rambled, “What’s left of my original firefly family is in a small town called Corsica. It’s almost three hours south from here. I was trapped in a jar as a younger firefly summers ago. Some eight-year-old girl nicknamed Princess caught me. In my firefly state, I was then brought up here to the lake. There’s a cottage along the lake approximately two-eighths of a mile heading west from here. The girl and her family used to spend summer weekends there…”
“Was she a blonde girl with pigtails and blue eyes? Is that the one?”
Christopher nodded. “A spoiled little brat.”
“The Braker family. Millie and her husband, Howard, used to own the cottage. They’re both dead now. Katrina is their only child. A grown woman who writes skanky romances/thrillers for a living. She owns the cottage
