CHAPTER 16
Twenty-first century challenges have left the quiet coastal town of Old Lyme untouched. On its streets, children play among historic homes and giant old oak trees. When Ryan exits the freeway and drives through the area, his eyes widen. “This is like something from a storybook. All joking aside, did Norman Rockwell live here?”
Trace laughs. “Buddy, wait until you see the shoreline. Take a right at the stop sign.”
Ryan makes the turn and whistles. Clusters of little cottages with white picket fences span the distance. “I can only imagine what living here must be like in the summer.”
Lisa scoots forward and pats him on the back. “It’s amazing, right? We’re just a few minutes from the highway, and yet we’re in another world. In the summer, this area is bustling. Now, though, it
