Chapter Twenty
Harlow
When I rolled my truck to a stop in front of the house, I experienced a flash of uncertainty. I kicked it away, reminding myself that while Max might have money now, I’d since learned he hadn’t been raised with it. In fact, his childhood had certainly been more simple than mine. I didn’t need to wonder what he might think about my small home here in Willow Brook.
Snow was piled high on the steps and porch, and I glanced over to see Max looking curiously around the yard. The snow had slowed its pace enough that some of the yard was visible. The cabin I’d rented from Susannah was a small A-frame. It was fairly new and had purple trim and a bright green roof, which stood out in the snowy landscape. It sat in a small clearing, with spruce trees, cottonwood, and birch s
