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After they survived being hunted like animals for sport by the uber wealthy, the sisters MacCaullay tried to make a life in New York again.
They moved in together, not necessarily because they wanted to live with each other, but out of necessity.
They were the only ones who understood what had happened to them. They worried that any day the cops would show up on their doorstep.
They prepared to run, just in case.
But the city wasn’t a kind or soft place to live. Especially for two women who had been through what these two had been through.
The city was loud, abrupt, and full of shadows that could seem like threats when glimpsed from the corner of one’s eye.
Faith was better off than Grace, but not at all normal.
Grace was flinching at shadows, not sleeping, and soon developed a panic disorder.
They couldn’t tell the therapists WHAT they had been through, but they got enough therapy and did enough online research that they learned how to help Grace.
First step: move somewhere quieter. Calmer. Less of a constant threat to her nervous system.
Next step: grounding exercises.
And, wouldn’t you know it? As soon as Grace got her diagnosis, she inherited not only a substantial sum of money and assets, but a mansion in the New York countryside, with enough land to count as a small town.
And the mansion couldn’t be sold.
So Grace and Faith talked it through, decided that to get Grace better and to help Faith too, they would move to this mansion and live quiet lives and figure their mental health issues out.
They had enough money to live their entire lives without working, if they decided to.
Tempting.
But they knew better than to depend on Mr La Bael’s benevolence.
Good way to get damned for all eternity.
So they decided on rehab in the country for a year, and then they could figure their shit out from there.
They decided to learn things while they were at it too: that could be therapeutic, right??
Grace wanted to learn to cook. It seemed useful: and if you help the body, you help the mind. She also wanted to learn how to patch people up: that could be useful, always.
Faith decided she wanted to kick ass. So she started learning how to shoot anything that could be shot.
And that is where we find our ladies at the beginning of this story. Trying to lead quiet, unassuming lives.
And maybe they’re losing their minds because they’re used to the city? It’s an adjustment, that’s for sure.
Fate (or Mr La Bael) has a different plan for them. Half a year into their little mental health experiment, they discovered what, exactly, that plan entailed.
