Who am I? I guess that is a fair question since this is my story that you're stepping into. My name is Charlotte. No, I am not French so I don't have any funny carriot symbols over any of the letters and I don't have a web somewhere. Just Charlotte because my mother's father had been Charles and I was supposed to be born a male. Oops... guess I didn't get the memo in time. I looked it up one time and Charlotte is the female counter part of grandpa chuck's name. Guess in a way I'm still his namesake? 

I come from middle America, born and raised, but not exclusively. At 18 I went away to college. I could of gone to school locally but who wants to be proud of spending their entire lives in the state of Missouri? I for one didn't. I noticed at a young age that people from Missouri die in Missouri. It has a mysterious way of either holding you here or calling you back. But then again maybe that's true anywhere? Knowing it would only call me back I packed up my clothes, my books and my hamster and went. I had been accepted at Indiana University planning on going into business. I did the business thing for a couple of semesters and realized I was miserable at it and in it. I took one of those aptitude-let the college find the perfect path for you-tests and came out with librarian. So I made the switch. At 20, I married the man of my dreams and at 24 (a year after I graduated), I buried him. Thanks to a bone disease that crippled him before he died. 

His death was my calling card back to the great state of Missouri. In my shock of young being a young widow I didn't care where I went. Hell for over a year I didn't care about much. I ate, I slept and I wept...