Near Mount Monadnock
Southern New Hampshire
4:00 p.m., EDT
June 17, Present DayKeira Sullivan swiped at a mosquito and wondered if its Irish cousins would be as persistent. She'd find out soon enough, she thought as she walked along the trail to her mother's cabin in the southern New Hampshire woods. She'd be on a plane to Ireland tomorrow night, off to the southwest Irish coast to research an old story of mischief, magic and an ancient stone angel.
In the meantime, she had to get this visit behind her and attend a reception tonight in Boston. But she couldn't wait to be tucked in her rented Irish cottage, alone with her art supplies, her laptop, her camera and her walking shoes.
For the next six weeks, she'd be free to think, dream, draw, paint, explore and, perhaps, make peace with her past.
More accurately, with her mother's past.
The cabin came into view, nestled on an evergreen blanketed hill above a stream. Keira could hear the water tumbling over rocks and ...
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