Sweet Kayley [exclusive]

"My mom says you’re the lady who lives in the ghost house."

A moving truck rattled down the gravel road, kicking up a cloud of orange dust that settled on the hydrangeas. A new family. The Harrisons. They had bought the old Miller place down the lane. Two kids, a dog, a sedan. The archetype of chaos.

Kayley’s lips twitched. The mailman was a gossip, but he meant well. "Well, Leo. Did you come to ask for sugar? Or just to inspect the ghost?" sweet kayley

That was years ago. Now, the house was quiet because it was empty, save for the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams cutting through the blinds. The neighbors called her sweet, too, but with a different inflection. Sweet Kayley, staying in that old house all alone. Sweet Kayley, never married, never left. Sweet Kayley, she’s a little slow, isn’t she? Or just... broken?

Leo froze, holding his breath, his eyes wide. "My mom says you’re the lady who lives in the ghost house

Kayley watched the mother look up, a mixture of apology and apprehension on her face. Kayley offered a small wave. The mother relaxed, waving back.

"I fix things," Kayley said. "That’s what I do." They had bought the old Miller place down the lane

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