As they drew nearer, Daphne’s joy turned sour. Planks were missing from the sides of the cabin, broken as if a wild animal had pulled them off. The gate and fence had been torn down and vines were starting to grow over the remains of the gate.
Her heart clenched in grief seeing the state of the cabin. She expected some damage, but not like this.
Arthur growled, “Those bastards did this…”
Daphne slid off his back and approached the cabin. There was blood still staining the floor. Glass was still everywhere and her bed had been broken in half. It seemed like they’d tried to destroy everything in the cabin, but nothing she was concerned about had been damaged. The few books that had been on the shelf had been knocked off the shelf but seemed intact. They had been her grandmother’s.
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