Leni Korhonen - Fiction

The night hung heavy over the small town of Woodhill, Nebraska. It was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody else's business or thought they did. The moon had risen high, but its light was dimmed by thick clouds rolling across the sky. Inside the small inn that Emily Thompson ran with weary hands and a heart full of unspoken fears, the only sounds were the distant hum of the old furnace and the soft rustling of the wind outside.