Chapter 44: Cottage Life
We arrived at the cottage at approximately eleven-fifteen that evening. Colby had fallen asleep in the backseat, lightly snoring, out like a light. The headlights illuminated the cottage, lake, and a pathway that said Walk Here Trail, which I thought juvenile but fun.
The cottage itself was one floor with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and small kitchen that opened into a living room area. Its floors were walnut, and yellow-golden dim light shined inside from a faux Tiffany lamp on a hallway table.
Dugan told me, “I have a caretaker up here who helps me out. Her name is Anna. She’s in her sixties and watches over the place. She lives through the woods in her own cottage.”
I heard crickets, a loon on the lake, and listened to the calming wind as it blew against my ea
