Cecilia's pov
After another ten minutes of winding through the mountain roads, we finally arrived at our destination.
Yulia's house stood at the end of a gravel path, nestled against a babbling creek that carved its way through the property.
It was a quintessential Colorado mountain retreat: a two-story log cabin with steep-pitched roofs and a wraparound porch that hugged the house like a favorite sweater.
The exterior was a warm ash gray that blended beautifully with the surrounding landscape.
Wind chimes danced in the breeze, and a pair of macramé chairs swayed lazily on the porch like something out of a travel magazine.
The front yard was full of wildflowers.
Columbines, larkspur, and mountain lupines covered the ground in shades of purple, blue, and white. Their
