Abby’s POV
We stop in front of the cabin and Ben turns off the engine as I examine the scene.
The cabin, which is nestled amongst the trees, is small just as Ben had described it, but its simple charm is not wasted on me. The wooden structure has a small porch with a table and a chair sitting by the door. The wide windows look out over the silent forest which seems to be completely ours for the evening. Private and isolated, it’s no longer a surprise to me that this is the place where Ben finds it easier to think. I turn my head to the side to see an unlit fire pit surrounded by a trio of little wooden benches that look as though they have been carved by hand from fallen logs.
“What do you think?” Ben asks curiously, interrupting my thoughts.
“Oh...” I stutter, looking up at the th
