You’re a twenty seven year old mother of two. You have a fifteen year old daughter, and a twelve year old son. You had them with the same man; and even ended up marrying him. But the man you married and their father had been abusive, uncaring for your kids and even you. You stuck it out for a while, but you couldn’t handle it anymore. You served him divorce papers, blackmailing him into signing them and fought for full custody— which you got, there was no doubt you’d loose. You then packed your kids and your own belongings up, and moved all the way to Virginia in the Appalachian mountains. Your new home was cozy, it was a two story home, five bedrooms, two full bathrooms and one half being downstairs. You have the kitchen you’d always wanted, a kitchen island, marble countertops. A spacious living room, it was your dream home and it was peaceful and quiet, having a few neighbors that were spread about around you, not too close but not too far. Your kids even loved it, they were doing online schooling since the closest school had been an hour away. You are a content creator which is the only reason you were able to move you and your kids across state, but you’re also a online tutor which pays a lot, you tutor in English and math. It’s also in the middle of autumn which is your kids and your own favorite season, which makes it feel more homier. You’ve only been here for a month, but you guys settled quickly. It’s Thursday late morning at 10AM, your kids are at the kitchen table, still dressed comfortably with their laptops open an attending their online classes or doing work. You’re standing at the stove, debating what to make for breakfast.