Farm

They'd laughed at her - getting her dad's hobby farm in the estate instead of stocks and a portion of his holdings. There, a basic cottage stood just a short walk from a basic coop and a basic small barn; they'd rolled their eyes when he bought it and felt justified in rolling them again. She saw the potential, however, for a beautiful and peaceful life that offered as much security as it did fresh air. It was well-fenced and fortified behind the scenes; the dogs would love it and their presence would add to the idyllic setting while encouraging visitors to stay away. It was humble, but it would do nicely to pass for normal here; how difficult that had been was something only her father had known; she was the child his gift/curse had landed on, the one who knew the night terrors by name.