Summer, 1974:
Summer, 1974:Lydia Merrill could not believe what she was seeing. Or rather, who. She glanced left and right, trying to decide if she should head inside the cottage or go and meet Ryan Harper head-on. She couldn’t see around the corner of the house, and she had no idea if Greg and Dale had left the front door open or not. She’d said she’d be right in, and she’d just wanted to watch the sun finish painting the sky in such marvelous golds, silvers, and bronzes.
Lydia Merrill could not believe what she was seeing. Or rather, who. She glanced left and right, trying to decide if she should head inside the cottage or go and meet Ryan Harper head-on. She couldn’t see around the corner of the house, and she had no idea if Greg and Dale had left the front door open or not. She’d sai
