Returning to the mansion, Jo was finally able to relax. There was a sense of peace that stole over her as soon as she saw the gables and the cathedral windows.

She knew she’d never live in that apartment again.

Once inside, she decided it was time to make the place hers. Really hers. She unpacked her clothes, hanging most of them in the closet, tucking a few things into the antique dresser that had been left behind by some previous owner. The house wasn’t live-in ready yet, but as soon as possible she would go back to the apartment and pick up those things she knew were hers but had felt so far removed. It was suddenly obvious that it wasn’t the items that had lost their connection to her; it was the items in that cold, dead place. Jo knew without a doubt that onc...

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