***Serena***
"This area really is beautiful. I might come for a holiday," Stuart remarks as the car enters the national park the pack house is situated in. Something feels strange within me as we cross the pack border...or what I believe to be the pack border. It doesn't feel the same as it used to.
"Are you alright?" James asks as I sit there trying to decipher how I am feeling. I shrug.
"I just feel a bit off for some reason," I reply.
I direct Stuart to the little turning that leads up our long and winding driveway and the pack house is soon in view, thankfully devoid of cars and anything else that suggests over thirty people live here.
We remove the suitcases from the car and say goodbye to Stuart before he starts his journey back to London.
"I feel like I ought to have invited h
