Chapter 5
Graham’s gaze swept the small cabin, taking in the photos on the wall, the old battered furniture, and the bedroom doors badly in need of paint. He remembered pulling out that old couch and staying up all night with his cousins while they played video games. The old doors had all the kids’ height charts penciled in. His grandparents had insisted on doing that whenever they’d first visited Wesley Lake each summer. He sighed. The lake house was filled with memories.
“I’ve got to get some more boxes, Dad. You okay for a few minutes?”
His dad looked at him, his brow furrowed. “Boxes?”
Graham sighed. He needed to finish quickly. It looked like his dad was slipping into his sundowner phase. “Yeah, just a few. I’ll be right back.” He rose from his chair and found the remote. “How about watching some CNN?”