lways whispered abo

he town, but their mansi

indowless room, waited f

e, locked in, to be "accep

ion that usuall

sister, Sarah Vance, was J

he one who alwa

they found her in

e

it was suicide

s slashed, he

n't do that, no

from the inside, no

n more women marr

hat same room, on

always horrific, a

tigations fo

alk of a curse, something d

wood, or anywhere near, would

ne seemed des

s settled over Havenwo

reet to avoid Eleanor

dsome ghost, seen b

oomed on the hill, a

ara Vance,

scholarship, studied fo

own, before the Thornes,

ired Julian," I sa

ide. The Thorne ancesto

father looked like

lass, our small hardwar

ne, the one who dreame

marriage to Julia

y, so full of hope

old me, "and Mrs. Thorne says I

beautif

her death

nager, but I rem

hen my father'

arried her out, cove

red had blo

d into my mind,

ael Vance, chan

ys been strong,

ervient to everyone,

that Sarah wouldn' t kill he

lara. We can'

ke he' d given up o