Chapter 7Frode stood outside the small log cabin and stared. It was…picturesque. He’d never entertained the idea of having a cabin, but his first reaction was that he didn’t want to leave.
There were two huge oak trees on either side of the mostly overgrown driveway. A lake to the right and to the left was an old greenhouse and several raised garden beds. Most of the greenhouse’s windows were broken, and the raised beds were overgrown by moss and ivy. There was a broken window in the cabin too, but the building looked solid enough.
“Do you think this is the right place?” Frode reached for Imre, needing to steady himself.
Imre took his hand with a smile. “It’s lovely.”
“It could be lovely. A lake and a greenhouse.” And there was a porch, and he pictured the garden overflowing with flowe
