I don’t know what has me happier this morning. The fact that Emerson was so ready to see me or the fact that he is being so sweet to someone less fortunate than him. As soon as he said we were taking her shopping, my heart did a little flip at his generosity. Chloe and I jumped right to list making for anything she absolutely needed, but also things to make the house feel like a home.
“We’re here,” Emerson says as the car turns off the main road into a driveway.
The little cottage sat pretty isolated in a wide, grassy yard with a dense forest just behind it. The yard was perfectly landscaped with beautiful flowers and bushes in front of the house. A concrete path led from the driveway to the front porch, where a wooden swing hung from the covered porch and swayed in the wind. The cottage
