"You've got to be kidding me."
Dominic stood next to me, grinning, with his hands planted on his hips proudly.
"You don't like it?" He asked, looking down at me.
I raised my eyes, taking in the scene before me. We were standing in Bran's backyard, staring at the tree growing there. Of course, I've seen this tree gazillion times, through the kitchen window or at the night of Bran's birthday. What I have never noticed before was the little tree house hidden among the branches.
The house was wooden, with a little window facing the backyard. The wood was a little faded, it was clear that the house wasn't built yesterday. A ropey ladder dangled from the small entrance that was covered by a piece of washy blue cloth. All of it was very cute, just looking at it caused my heart to melt and a s
