Zoey
Zane was adamant about carrying me to Jameson’s cabin. As soon as we got there, Jameson led us to the spare bedroom, where Zane tenderly laid me down on the bed.
Right away, I glanced around the room, admiring the paintings on the wall. They weren’t there the last time I visited, letting me know it was something Savannah had done by hand.
Her brush strokes were flawless, and I couldn’t help feeling proud of my best friend. The time I spent teaching her everything I knew about art had paid off in the form of beautiful wall paintings.
The wall directly in front of me looked just like the meadow outside of the cabin. The wall to my right had a forest painted on it. On the wall to my left was a painting of the beach and ocean. Lastly, the wall behind me was painted to look like
