Alastair
“Hey, Simon,” I greeted him as I walked into the cabin. Simon looked up from his spot behind his desk and smiled.
“Well, look who it is,” he exclaimed as he stood up. I nodded over to his wife, Angelique, who was on the phone.
“It’s been a while,” I remarked as I shook hands with an old friend.
“More than,” Simon commented. “Then again, this place has taken over my life,” he added softly. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so I didn’t.
“I remember coming up here often,” I said thoughtfully as I looked around the cabin. I remembered coming up here with my friends, and we always had to sign in before we were allowed to enter the forest. It was quite a drive from Chasea, but it had always been worth it. Of course, back then, it had just been a forest. When Simon inherited t
