Finn POV
Going there was the only option, and honestly, it was the best place I'd wanted to stay with Cheryl.
It was a typical wooden lake house far from town. My mom was born and raised there. That place was home to me; even after those years, it was the only place that had my mother's scent, warming me up and taking away my sorrow anytime I visited.
I didn't get to meet my grandparents, for they died in a car crash two years after my parents got married, but with my parents around, we visited the lake every year for the whole eight years we've spent.
And after then, I had always found time to come to the town just to check the situation of the house. I had repaired the roofing myself, some windows and broken stairs. Coming around Bolingbrook was how I built the orphanage home and s
