Chele hated living in the Southwest; the temperature had been in triple digits every day for the past five weeks, and it was beginning to get to her. She swore if one more person said that it wasn’t so bad because at least it was a dry heat she was going to strangle them. Dry heat, yes… like sticking your head in an oven. How she missed the trees, lakes, and green rolling hills of her childhood in the Midwest, and while she had to admit that there was a kind of stark beauty to be found where she lived now, it would never really feel like home.
Money was in short supply for Chele after the divorce, making it impossible for her to relocate; and Zane, the one who had brought her out here, and the only thing that had made her life good, was gone.
One day they found her drowned in the deep end of her swimming pool with a strangely peaceful smile on her face and a handwritten note on the poolside table that said “Please take me home”.