ELAINA
I must have fallen asleep during the ride, because I awake drowsy and confused. I take in my strange surroundings. We're parked in front of a beautiful little log cabin, and it appears to be surrounded by forest.
There's a small private gravel drive that ends in front of the charming little porch. It has four steps leading up to the door and a hanging bench swing off to the side. I bet it would be amazing to sit out here on the swing in the morning, sipping a sweet coffee or hot chocolate.
It feels like we are enclosed into our little bubble. The trees and bushes make a natural curtain around us. A detached garage or shop is building off to the side, and a little toward the back of the cabin, all along the side is lined with rows upon rows of chopped wood.
"Miss Elaina?" I'm bro
