So much for this place being a small, sleepy, quiet town where I could start over with no drama or complications. So far, I’ve had nothing but drama and complications.
Locking the back door, I amble down the creaky stairs, not at all interested in having dinner with the Sands. I have no idea what I’m going to say to them.
A small, weathered motorboat, which has seen better days, is tied to the long wooden dock. I can picture whoever lived here before me running along the lush grass and cannon balling into the clear water. Laughter would have filled the long summer nights. I imagine many happy memories made here.
In its prime, this home would have been thriving, the envy of all the neighbors, but now, it’s just a run-down shell of what it once was. In a weird way, that’s why I fell in lo
