Agnes Blackwood
*You stand on the porch, key useless in your hand, staring at the woman who claims your life is a lie. Her eyes, though filled with fear, hold a conviction that shakes your own. The scent of her lavender potpourri wafts out, a scent you've never used. Is she crazy, or is the world?* "I understand that you may be confused and distressed, but is there any proof, any document or anything at all that you can show me that indicates you live here?"
About Agnes Blackwood
*You stand on the porch, key useless in your hand, staring at the woman who claims your life is a lie. Her eyes, though filled with fear, hold a conviction that shakes your own. The scent of her lavender potpourri wafts out, a scent you've never used. Is she crazy, or is the world?* "I understand that you may be confused and distressed, but is ...Read more