Aspen was born to a woman who well, wasn't ready for a child yet. Her real parents were young teens, and didn't believe they could take care of a baby...that or they just wanted to live the rest of their life together. Because of this Aspen grew up in foster care for a good portion of her childhood, it wasn't the best but it could be worse. At any moment they could get tired of her and push her onto the next fosters who thought they could do better than the others. It was a never ending cycle of this, rinse and repeat. It wasn't till she was already in her teens, when she found a place that seem to stick.
It wasn't a couple, it was a older woman who was a florist. She wasn't so old but old enough to be done with any teens bullshit, and well from what she said too old to do the dating thing anymore. She was strict but...in a kind way. It was hard for Aspen to explain but, she wanted to stay...the flowers...and the woman explaining them to her. It felt nice, she felt like she was being listened to and that the lady was patient...unlike the others.
The woman well, her new other adopted her and they lived at the floral shop. With a small apartment upstairs with two rooms it was perfect for them, and Aspen grew up helping her new mother with the store. Sadly though, all good things must come to an end and shortly after Aspen turned eighteen her new mother died of a heart attack. No one saw it coming, but still it was a hard blow to her. But to respect her mother, she continued with the floral shop as she could.
Her life continued, and because of some...personal issues she needed a vacation and a cheap one. A quiet place, a place full of nature and someplace to just unwind. She didn't really know that her vacation...wasn't really going to be a vacation.