Chapter 1
Wren meets an old flame
While I wish I say with complete certainty that I believe the next couple of days will be the most relaxing days I've had in a while, but I can't, which is bothering me. I feel wholeheartedly that I am about to walk straight into another mystery. I seem to do that exact thing a lot, unfortunately, it's sort of like I attract them. I am calmly driving before being absolutely startled by a loud shrilling...
RRRIIINNNGGG/
"Shit my phone! Where did I put that stupid thing?", rummaging through my stuff I barely have enough time to swerve out of the way of an oncoming car in the other lane. My tires screech after righting myself, taking a breath of reprieve. I find my phone finally and answered it, snapping from my earlier panic.
"Jeez girl, don't chomp my head off, tell me what I did!?", on the other end is one of best friends, Layne Kent. Trying to keep in her laughter she asks me how far I am from my aunt's cabin.
"I'm just now turning on to the road I'll be there in a couple minutes"
"Hey, I just wanted to let you know something. Now I'm serious don't bite my head off. Okay?", she used her calm voice she usually used to try and get me to rethink my stupid plans. I nod, then realizing she can't see me said 'okay'.
"Remember when you told me about that unfortunate fling you had the summer of our junior year?", the question nearly made me stop and turn my car around. She didn't even have to say anything else as I had already pulled up to the house. Right next to my aunt stood the worst mistake I have ever made... River Abbott. Although, he didn't wasn't the River Abbott I remember. This one was about 6 inches taller and about 50 pounds of extra muscle. I let out a frustrated sigh and took the keys out of the ignition. Layne gave me a shy wave and pinched smile.
"My darling Wren how are you dear?", my Aunt Kit came rushing down the front porch stairs and grabbed me in a crushing hug. I haven't seen her in years as detective work takes up my time.
My father is a lawyer with the police station of my hometown. I help on his case when I can, or he helps with some of mine. Although I started as a hobby, I became very good at it.
"River why don't you get the girl's bags?"
"No, I can get them, they're not heavy", my aunt looked at me disapprovingly, "No really, I'm an independent woman I can carry my own bags". My aunt sighed and let go of me. I refused to look at River while I walked to the back of my car.
"Hey Wren", I tried my best to ignore him. I looked at Layne signaling her to save me, "Wren please. I miss being friends with you", that shouldn't have hurt but it did. He knows what he did and yet he continues to not apologize. He exhales loudly and walks away quietly.
I yank my two bags out of the trunk and walk speedily around the car to where Layne was standing awkwardly. "Where did my aunt go?".
"There was a phone call inside for her. How did talking to him go?"
"Terribly, just like I though it would. He continues not to apologize even though he knows damn well what he did", because I haven't been here in so long, I almost forgot how pretty this place was. Even though it wasn't your stereotypical cabin house, it was so surrounded by trees that it looked like it belonged anyway.
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This is the first part in a book I am writing about this character. I grew up LOVING Nancy Drew and so I wanted too do a rendition of this trope. I hope people enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I am going back and forth between doing this in the normal way of writing a book or doing just a bunch of imagines containing their adventures in this mystery. If I have confused anyone, I'm sorry:).
Anyway...thanks for reading...bye for now👋👋
