Holocene - Chapter One
Have you read Holocene? Maybe it’s time to get reacquainted.
Summary
Post S2 - Nearly two decades later.
Sometimes happy endings are bullshit.
When an unexpected visitor arrives at a mysterious address in France, the heavy news they’re carrying may pale in comparison to the secrecy of the loaded answers. Innocence will hang in the balance, as lost love is forced back together.
Inspired by Holocene by Bon Iver
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Chapter One
Kira stood at the end of a long, narrow driveway. The stretch of blacktop from the edge of the street to the welcome mat at the front door still glistened from the late afternoon rain. The red mailbox at the curb read D. Allard.
Her hand clenched the already wrinkled piece of paper in her pocket before she drew it out again. Encircled on the paper was the surname, Allard.
This has to be it.
As Cal wrote it down, only hours ago, he stressed it would be a long shot that Delphine and Cosima would still be at the same address after nearly nineteen years. They were desperate.
Sarah had been mysteriously gone for nearly two weeks. When Kira suggested them as a possibility Cal was hesitant, but they were out of options.
On the flight from Toronto to Paris, Kira mentally ran through the reunion many times. She played out all the possible scenarios, even the possibility that Cosima may have succumbed to her illness all those years ago. Perhaps Delphine made a clean break from everyone and disappeared. Regardless, she had nothing to lose at this point. Backing out wasn’t an option.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and walked up the gravel walkway, the pebbles crackling under her feet. The front door was intimidating, haunting in all that it represented at that very moment. She lifted her shaky fist and squeezed lightly before knocking.
Patiently, she smoothed out her long herringbone jacket and nervously dug her fingertips into her thigh. Kira had grown up, even without heels she stood tall, definitely taking on her father’s height. She was beautiful and brilliant. Sarah never failed to remind her how much her intellect reminded her of Cosima, and each time Sarah never failed to add, “but thankfully you take after me in the looks department.”
The doorknob turned abruptly and she braced herself. This chapter of her journey was coming to an end, and she couldn’t help but feel that she was about to blow the lid off something entirely new.
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