C138 The Cottage

The cottage sat at the edge of the cliff, its windows dark, its garden overgrown.

Isabella stood in the driveway, her bag slung over her shoulder, the wind whipping her hair. She had driven for hours, following the coastline until the road ran out, until there was nothing but ocean and sky and the distant cry of seabirds.

She didn't know who owned the cottage. Didn't care. It was empty