Edited iteration, part of our ongoing experiment here at Twilight Letters. CH 1 Renee turned right onto Trysting Street. She could see water ebbing behind the houses. Silver hues shimmered off small whitecaps as a spring breeze blew over the lake, through the trees, and around the spaced-out homes that tried to hide from the road. She slowed down her old jeep so she could read the address on the next mailbox: The Andersons, 109 Trysting Street. She guessed the next house on t

CHAPTER 1 Renee turned right onto Trysting Street. She could see water ebbing behind the houses. Silver hues shimmered off small whitecaps as a spring breeze blew over the lake, through maple trees, around the spaced-out homes that tried to hide from the street. She slowed down her old jeep so she could read the address on the next mailbox: The Andersons, 109 Trysting Street. It must be the next house on the left, she thought.