“Do you like it?” Dustin asked for what seemed like the hundredth time since they’d arrived. The farmhouse wasn’t huge, but it was solid and resplendent in turn of the century charm: huge windows, full front porch, original baseboards, and kitchen cupboards that would have made Dustin’s grandmother do back flips if the woman had still been alive. The front yard was long and wide, the entire property encircled by trees that existed before either of them had been sparks in their daddy’s eyes, and the back yard seemed to go on forever. Only ten acres of it belonged to the house, but it seemed like so much more space without neighbors to block the view or put up fences.
“I thought you liked your apartment?” Nicolae asked as they strolled towards the barn.
“I do. I did, I mean.” Dustin strugg
