The drive home felt like stepping into a dream—one laced with bittersweet memories. The long, winding driveway stretched before me, the trees lining the path swaying gently in the afternoon breeze. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I let the familiar sights wash over me.
This place had always been my refuge, my home. But as I drove down the dirt road, nostalgia mixed with the ache of everything I was leaving behind. The cabin, the fields, the quiet laughter shared over dinners, and…Sawyer.
I swallowed hard, willing myself to keep my focus on the road. Dwelling on what could’ve been would do no good now. He’d made his choice, and I had to accept that.
When the house came into view, my breath caught in my throat. The wrap-around porch I’d grown up on was decked out in brigh
