Allison's POV
I won't lie, the cabin's interior is a complete surprise, far more inviting than its rugged exterior suggested. The space is an eclectic blend—minimalist touches softened by bohemian accents. Worn leather chairs face a large, cozy couch draped in colorful throws. Soft light spills from a rustic chandelier, casting shadows that dance across the room. And there, sprawled on the longest couch, sit father and son, sharing a bottle of brandy, their laughter filling the air. Whatever joke they're enjoying must be hilarious, but I can't help but feel out of place.
The cabin even has its own electricity, something I never would've guessed. The dim glow in the sitting room is just enough to see by, though it forces us to squint as we adjust. The scene before me feels like some strange, post-Thanksgiving gathering—one of those awkward family reunions that happen when everyone pretends to be okay with each other.