I Drove Two Hours To My Lake House Expecting Silence Until I Opened The Door And Everything Changed

nook built into the east wall with its cedar shelves, was gone. Not rearranged. Not moved. Gone. In its place stood exposed beams and torn drywall, the hardwood floors I had refinished myself one long weekend scratched and gouged and covered in construction debris.

I walked forward slowly, my sneakers crunching on broken tile.

The kitchen was worse.

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