Chapter 18
The Wentworths lived quietly in Maine, comfortable in their nook at the edge of the water. The Silvers’ reconverted carriage house sat alone within a tree-studded, peace-filled wood which bordered the rugged shoreline where canoers and kayakers paddled the placid gray water. You could walk outside, turn in all four directions, see the trees and the birds and the flowers on three sides and the rocky shore of the bay on the other, and not see another person anywhere. You’d see soaring eagles and red squirrels scampering across the yard, but otherwise, no one for miles where their closest neighbors were organic farmers, artisans, musicians, and outdoorsy types. The solitary house in the chirp-filled woodlands perched alongside the isolated bay was, Sarah thought, idyllic.
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