I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.
I’m picking up from last week, with Cara checking into a somewhat unsavory motel.
“I’d like a room, please.”
“How long do you need it for?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a week, maybe just tonight.”
“I’m here for my grandmother’s funeral.”
“Grandmother’s funeral?”He seemed confused for a moment as he reoriented his opinion of her. “Belle Hawthorne?”
She nodded. “I’m Cara Hawthorne.”
He handed her a key, his demeanor changing. “The room on the end. I’ll make sure not to put anyone in the room next to you so you won’t be disturbed.”
“Thank you.” She pulled her wallet out of her purse and handed him her credit card but he waved it off.
“No charge for you. Your grandmother was loved by just about everyone in town. We’re all grieving with you.”