Love chasers

Meeting Grams

*Lena*

I don’t have the words to respond, the sheer scale of it, the manicured lawns stretching out like a green carpet, the, in American context, ancient stone of the building, the windows like countless eyes watching us. This isn’t a house; it’s a statement, carved out of history and set down in the middle of Georgia.

We all get out of the cars, and the others are grinning, but Zac’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s wearing a mask, I realize, and I’m suddenly desperate to know what’s behind it.

The front door opens, and a woman in a wheelchair emerges, her face alight with joy. She’s beautiful, with the same warm hazel eyes as Zac, and her hair is a cascade of dark curls that tumble around her shoulders. I instantly recognize her from the cabin, Zac’s sister.

“Zac! You’re her