John knew it was going to be a great day from the moment he"d opened his eyes that morning. He couldn"t have explained how—he just knew. Some days were like that. The days he knew were few and far between, but then great days of any stripe were. And if anyone was due for a great day, it was John Smith.
knewHe"d lost his wife, Savannah, two years before and had spent all of the time since locked away inside the cabin. He and Savannah had purchased the place together and had planned to use the remote cabin for the occasional getaway. But now it was just John, and that second home had become John"s first home. He hadn"t been back to their home in Chicago since his wife"s death. He hadn"t packed anything either. He hadn"t even told them at work. He"d just walked out in the middle of Savannah"
