Chapter 8

Daphne

Zachary Ackerman moved into Louiseville, into my neighborhood and into MY street. I was officially in a nightmare. Someone wake me up.

“Can I help you?” a voice asked behind me.

I stumbled, almost slipping in the snow as I turned, my cheeks coloring red. I was caught red handed. The woman behind me had beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. I suspected that she was their mother. She was tall, beautifully so and I was jealous of how tanned she looked.

“Sorry, I came to drop off a welcome cake,” I said, playing with my gloves in front of me.

The woman smiled. “Why, thank you…” she trailed off, obviously looking for my name.

“Daphne,” I supplied, already backing away from her. “Well, I really have to go now. It was so nice to meet you.”

I bumped into the mailbox as I left, flustered by this discovery. I just met Zachary’s brother and his mother. They didn’t seem as cruel as Zachary. I don’t know how a woman who looked like she was ma