Songbird
“She’d always loved this house. Whitewashed, it could have existed a hundred years before, a farm house on a fledgling cattle spread. And it did, she reminded herself ruefully. This land had been in the Donovan family for over a century, built when the west was still new, when people with big dreams came to settle the raw, untamed land.The sun was sliding over the mountains, and the chill of the spring air elicited a trail of goose bumps over her arms.Tagg looked down at her as he mounted the st...eps, and his eyes softened. “We’re home, Emmy.”He set her down, almost as if he knew how important it was that she walk inside on her own. Greer opened the door, and Emily stepped into the living room.The first thing that hit her was the smell. It was hard to put a name on the smell of home. It was older, musty but not unpleasant, just the reality of an aged house. There was a hint of tobacco, the scent of leather and a faint whisper of daffodils.Nothing had changed. The furniture was the same down to Taggert’s favorite threadbare armchair with ottoman.MoreLess
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