CONFESSION
Past the city limits and deep into the basin, we arrive at Ethan’s cabin. Talk about out in the middle of nowhere. This is a place to go when you need solace. It’s very isolated. I don’t recall seeing any neighboring homes. I suppose I can survive the wilderness for a few days.
We come to a stop, parking on a rocky dirt drive. Ethan unbuckles his seatbelt and leaps from the car. I hear the crunching of pebbles under his feet as he reaches my side. Like a chivalrous knight, he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me up the steep steps. I insist that I can walk, but he refuses to listen.
Once we reach the porch, Ethan sets me down and unlocks the door. He lifts me, and we enter the cabin. He doesn’t put me down until we reach the back bedroom; then, he lies me down on a large
