It was late, and the moon was already high above the treetops when they arrived at the lake house. The big black lake was shimmering in the moonlight, sprinkled with the tiny reflections of distant stars. It was a calm and quiet evening, only the soughing of the trees and the soothing songs of faraway crickets breaking the silence.
Isabel had insisted on driving the last distance, and she parked the car next to the house. She was just about to unlock the front door as John started walking around the house, having a wrinkle between his brows and sniffing the air.
“I can’t believe this is where you grew up!” he muttered.
“Well, technically speaking, I grew up in the city…" Isabel looked at him amused. "But this is where I’ve spent all my summer and winter holidays, except for when the p
