Carrie’s Cup- Chapter 5

Carrie poured herself a glass of Merlot that night and sat down on the couch with her laptop, Waffle, and her favorite fuzzy blanket. Carrie attempted to keep her mind occupied with online shopping, but her brain eventually shifted her back to Connor Dalton’s Facebook. She opened up his messenger to see if she could

Carrie’s Cup- Chapter 4

Carrie pulled into her driveway and turned off her lights. There wasn’t anything special about her two-bedroom bungalow, but with the snow on the rooftop it did look charming. She got out and braced herself for the inevitable attack of Waffle as soon as she walked in the door. Sure enough, as she turned the

Carrie’s Cup- Chapter 3

Carrie looked around to see if anyone was watching her, and when she felt comfortable that no one was looking she hurried over and picked up the handle of her coffee mug and slipped it into her cardigan pocket. She didn’t know if it was important, but she did know that Detective Johnson would just

Carrie’s Cup- Chapter 2

Carrie was sitting at a table with her right leg pulled up under her chin, when after what seemed like hours, the paramedics finally arrived. Frantically, she showed them where to go, but she knew it was useless. When Carrie realized what she smelled was blood, she had cried out to Donovan to come help

Carrie’s Cup- Chapter 1

It was rainy and cold, and as Carrie French looked at her dashboard, she noticed she was three minutes later than normal- 6:48 a.m. Carrie pulled up to her store in town square: C4 (Carrie’s Cupcakes, Coffee, and Candles). Just like every morning before, she picked up the newspaper at the doorstep, unlocked the door,