I stepped inside the cabin and couldn’t help but wonder how Jackson would react to my presence. It was clear he and Milly were close, but that didn’t necessarily confirm she was anything to do with Brodie. I was disappointed to find he had his back to me when I walked in the door. He was laid down on a brown leather sofa, with his head laid on the arm closest to me. Milly was happily climbing all over him and forcing him to groan, no doubt with pain from whatever Brodie had done to him.
Jackson’s cabin seemed so different to Brodie’s. It was much more homely and there were pictures of family on the walls and a canvas of some sort of waterfall over the fireplace. Laid along the back of the sofa was a beautiful red and orange blanket, and there were even cushions dotted around. If I hadn’t
