Dane
Dane was stunned. Speechless. If anyone had asked him to describe what peace looked like, this would have been it. He blinked, remembering the little moment he'd had when they were getting ready to leave, and how he'd hoped for this. Willed it.
How had John known?
He and Lila sat, still in the RV, staring at cabin in front of them. The covered porch had a warn, but comfortable looking, thick couch and coffee table. A-frame windows from the second level of the house gleamed above its roof, and the lake glittered off to their right.
Lila was open-mouthed and wide-eyed with joy. "Dane… is this ours?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this but… yes. John said he's been working on an investment for me. He said… he said he had a feeling…"
