Amelia's POV
As soon as we stepped out of the car, it had sunk in that there was no possible way we could see everything. The first view that stood out was the lake itself. The sunlight shone perfectly on the tides, creating an almost blinding reflection in its wake. The moving water had also fabricated the same image on the red-orange cliff sides.
Max's family fishing cabin hadn't changed since we had last been there three years previous. But I almost wished it was different, then as we sat on that leather couch I wouldn't be thinking of the time Luca and I had lost ourselves in each other on what must have been one of the best and worst nights of my life.
Why does everything have to be so conflicting as a teenager. I suppose I should really stop praying for a simpler life, for both Lu
