findingcarterstevens
Kit had been out of Briarcliff for all of a week. Sure, he had thought of running away given the idea of what people saw him as but maybe the heat had died down. Most of the town was focused on other events that had been going on and Kit only hoped he could go through town unnoticed as he gathered things for his small cottage home in the woods where he and Alma had once been living and Grace now resided.
“Uh--sorry ‘ere miss..”
Kit spoke as he ran into somebody at the local grocery store attempting to keep his face low and as hidden behind his short locks of hair as he could. The last thing that he needed was a witch hunt through town for him that ended in his house getting burned down for being a lady killer as the news had so kindly called him.
