As the fire died down and the cabin went quiet, I looked out the windowtoward the dark lake. My family thought they’d thrown me away. They had no idea I was just getting started.
The next morning, the crunch of tires on gravel pulled me out of sleep. I pulled on a jacket and stepped onto the porch. A black SUV sat idling at the end of the drive. Two men in business-casual slacks, windbreakers, and clipboards stood near the cabin, scanning the trees like they were surveying the land.
“Can I help you?” I called, my voice sharper than I intended.
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