Walking down main street after a nice breakfast at Gavin's, a muffin and some coffee, the sun seemed to shine a bit brighter. I couldn't quite remember what I did last night, a common occurrence after a heavy day of drinking. Going to sleep last night unusually happy, I woke up today with a certain pep in my step and a renewed vigor that had overtaken my previous drought of despair, or whatever had been keeping me down. My sight swinging across the street, I saw many people out enjoying what seemed to be a beautiful day.
Stepping in and out of the pothole, I walked past Dreamwood Terrace and continued down the street. I walked without a destination, waling to enjoy my day the pure happiness that was impossible to explain. Something deep in my core told me that Winsley was getting closer and closer to my reach, and if I kept pushing, I would finally succeed in having my child. Something was off, but I really couldn't put it. I planned to make another call to Winsley's guardian, and try again at getting him. But in the meantime, why spoil the wonderful day I was having with some hard work.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing in the woods, talking to people at O'Harley's, and sightseeing from the observatory. Everything was great that day, until I came home. Walking into my apartment, I was met with an official looking guy. He introduced himself as detective Adam Phelps, private detective.
"I'm sorry to intrude, but I need to ask you what you know about a Hazel Pierce".
