No, but it's not like she really has a choice.

Laura shut her eyes and scowled. Her mother had been "out of sorts" (as Christine liked to put it) for months after Laura's father's ****. The strange thing was that their marriage had been on the rocks for years--somehow, Christine seemed to care more about the man now that he was gone then she had ever done when he was alive. And so after this long period of watching her go ever so slightly off the rails, the news that their great-aunt Caroline was dead and that Karnstein House needed to be cared for sent her rushing to the remote town of Bartram-Haugh, family in tow, looking for...

Well, Laura really had no idea what. But the fact was that having flunked out of her last college, she was stuck hanging around her mother. And while she might be grateful for her mother giving her a place to crash, she wasn't grateful for the constant, irritating drama.

The car came to a stop at the crumbling entrance to the mansion. "Right!" said Christine cheerfully. "Here we are!" She glanced around worriedly. "That's funny... The custodian was supposed to meet us here..."