The Old Vacation Home
Bethany felt a blend of nostalgia and sadness while pulling up at the old vacation home, hearing pebbles crackle while she parked her car. She loved her father dearly even though her personality was far less introverted than his. Introverted, a bit, yes. But he had lived like an eremite.
The news about his death had shaken her to the core and while she had recieved them quite some time ago and processed a lot of the grief, seeing the place where he loved to dig into his bookworm research the most brought so much of it back.
As the youngest, she was absolutely a daddy’s girl and she stayed like this until now, in her thirties. As the most beloved and trusted daughter, she knew that his will would be stored in the small wooden drawer in the study room. Actually it was more like a library. Bethany switched on the dim lights and took a deep breath of the air that was saturated with the smell of wood and paper.