The cabin was in worse shape than I’d imagined. The wooden planks of the porch and stairs leading to the front door were cracked and looked unsafe, so I again gingerly stepped around the buckled, uneven surface, hoping I wouldn’t break a leg in the process.
Max had trouble opening the front door and finally resorted to giving the warped wood a grunt-inducing shove.
Inside, it was as if a pack of mountain lions had lived there and brought their prey inside to devour. The stench as Max opened the door nearly knocked me off my feet.
“Uh, it’s always, um, smelled like this.” Max shrugged and hung his head. “Tried everything I can think of to get rid of it.” Another shrug.
Oh. My. God. I’d stepped into a charnel house. I got out my hanky and pressed it to my nose. I’d have to have the Behr
