Chapter 204

• Taking a deep breath, I walked forward. “Hello?”
• I was greeted by the warm glow of flickering candles sitting on every hard surface. Unlike Sheila’s mostly temporary looking furniture, Greta’s tent had an actual bed, a solid wood dresser, and a little table with wood chairs. In the center of the floor was a red and gold rug. The whole place felt warm and inviting.
• An older woman was sitting on one of the chairs next to the table. She rose when she saw me. “You must be Lola.”