O'Dannihugh Residence
Mori had been pacing her living room for what seemed like hours. At exactly one o'clock she had pinned her hair back, pulled on her favorite charcoal gray Calvin Klein Peacoat and marched downstairs to grab her purse. From there, she began to walk counter-clock wise around her sofa, like she had done as a child. It was the sort of thing that always annoyed her mother while she was having her tea. The thought twisted in the pit of her stomach.
She looked at her watch. It was 1:12. So maybe it hadn't been hours.
With a deep breath, Mori closed her eyes. When she opened them her ivory chaise lounge, fireplace, and old family trinkets were gone. Before her was the beautiful Irish manor she knew so well. But now, she had to force herself to knock. Mori was afraid of what was waiting for her inside but if she didn't find out now, it would eat at her forever.
She looked at her watch. It was 1:12. So maybe it hadn't been hours.
With a deep breath, Mori closed her eyes. When she opened them her ivory chaise lounge, fireplace, and old family trinkets were gone. Before her was the beautiful Irish manor she knew so well. But now, she had to force herself to knock. Mori was afraid of what was waiting for her inside but if she didn't find out now, it would eat at her forever.