I Was Given A Rotting Cabin While My Sister Got The Mansion—Until I Opened The Floorboards

Savannah leaned against the wall, scrolling her phone, her flawless face caught in the glow of the screen. She leaned closer, her whisper carrying a hint of mint.

“Don’t be sad. Everyone has their own path, you know—the back-to-nature type.”

I didn’t answer. My stomach felt hollow, as though wind were moving through it.

PART THREE: THE JOURNEY TO ALASKA

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