Chapter 93: Surprise or set-up?

DEACON

Gram was right; her directions to Emma's cabin were so accurate that I didn't have a problem finding it. I aimed my truck down the newly graded gravel drive, coasting along until I came to a stop in front of a cabin.

For a moment, I stayed put behind the wheel, just gazing out the windshield at the place. It was a surreal experience, seeing the plans that Emma had shared with me now fully realized. Since I hadn't been around to see the process-the preparing of the land, the building of the house-it was almost as though she'd spoken her dream into being.

The cabin itself was made of split-logs. It sat pretty high on the ground, giving her a decent-sized crawlspace beneath the floors. I wondered if she had gotten the root cellar she'd talked about once upon a time.