“A quiver of emotion bloomed to life in his chest, as it did every time he came to visit. When he’d lived there growing up, he’d been numbed to the sensation, but after living in the city for years, coming back home to the cabin was always a mix of sadness and happiness at the memories of his parents and the time spent with his grandparents. The cabin was a sprawling ranch-style home. Along the front façade, rows of windows looked out over the gently sloped lawn, dotted with trees. Inside, t...he cabin was quaint but comfortable, with most amenities a person could want—three bedrooms, a large living room with a fireplace to help heat the place in the winter months, and a kitchen his grandparents had renovated when they’d decided to make the cabin their full-time home. By far the best feature of the whole place was the deck out back that went right up to the water line of Swinging Bridge Reservoir. Not that he could enjoy the view of the lake like he had before the boating accident.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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