I Returned To My Lake House To Find Construction Underway And My Response Changed Everything

glass from my sunroom windows. Marcus turned and looked at me not with guilt or fear but with annoyance, the irritation of a person who has been interrupted in the middle of something he considers important.

“Bella, what are you doing here? Mom said you were busy this week.”

My father walked over with a calm that made me want to break something. “Isabella,continue reading …