And Hunter realized, in spite of all that had happened, he did want the house…or at the very least, to explore what living in the house would mean.
He brushed his teeth, blew out the candles, headed into his bedroom, and sank down gratefully under the goose down comforter. His final thoughts were of Nana and wondering how he could possibly even entertain the idea of going against his grandmother’s dying wish. Maybe Ian was right
* * * *
Hunter stands in front of a blackened Beaumont House, transformed into a silhouette by the dying crimson sky behind it. One by one lights come on in the house, small pools of light. By themselves the double doors of the house open. Hunter backs away, then stands paralyzed, staring at the open doors as if they have issued an invitation to him, which, in a sense, they have.