It’s been sixteen years.

Annabel Price had put the disappearance of Rachel Price long behind her. It was easier to live with her dad and pretend like her mother had never existed in the first place. She wasn’t just ‘Rachel Price’s kid’, she was her now. And nothing could take that away from her. Or so she had thought.

Her father had signed them up to be in a true crime documentary. The topic? Rachel Price. The lights were far too bright and half the staff were nut jobs, not to mention that Ash guy who seemed to just be here based on his relations. He could barely do his job without tripping up over wires or making annoying small tall any chance that he can get.

——————————————-

Bel was sat up in the maple tree, its leaves bleeding on for miles in the comfortable fall. The mottled headstones and wilting bouquet seemed to add an extra bit of ambiance to it.