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vein of Evil Dead . But this was… amazing.
    Emily was frowning behind her sunglasses. I almost thought she didn’t like what she saw, but then the corner of her mouth turned up. “This is pretty awesome.”
    “It really is, isn’t it?” Andrea said, almost proudly. “It used to be a lot worse when I was younger, but my brother renovated it about five summers ago. We even have running water now.”
    It certainly reinforced the phrase “glamping” in my head. Even with Sara’s troubles, I was glad that I decided to come out here.
    Despite everything, this was going to be a good vacation. I was sure of it.
     
    ***
     
    Andrea flicked the lights on, illuminating the great room. Two large couches faced an entire wall of glass that looked out over the ridge and the river. A grand fireplace dominated one wall while the open concept kitchen was on the opposite end.
    Fridge, stove, deck, cloudlike couches—this place was paradise.
    “Why would you ever go back to Atlanta?” Sara asked Andrea, echoing my sentiments.
    “I wonder that myself,” Andrea said with a shrug. “Every time. But we rent it out and it helps pay for those renovations. Not a bad gig at all. Besides, my life is back in Atlanta.”
    I didn’t know why her life wasn’t here. I felt like I could truly relax here. Well, except for Sara’s situation.
    “There are five bedrooms,” Andrea said. “And a basement. And…well, you just hang out here. We don’t get internet or TV or good cell reception. So you just unplug from society for a while.”
    “I love it,” Emily sighed. She got a mischievous grin. “Should we crack open the first bottle of wine?”
    “Wine opener’s in that drawer,” Andrea said, pointing to the drawer on the far left. “Glasses are in the cabinet.”
    I helped Sara put the food away in the fridge as Emily uncorked the bottle of merlot.
    “Looks like we’ll get plenty of time to talk about what’s going on with you while we’re out here,” I said to her under my breath.
    Sara got a panicked look as she glanced back at Emily and Andrea, who were chatting away to themselves. “Can’t we just have fun?”
    “You said you’d tell me.”
    “But you won’t believe me,” she said.
    I frowned. “Try me. And I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s happening.”
    Our eyes met, and I held her gaze, willing her to speak. Finally, she nodded.
    “Okay.”
    “I think the wine is going to go quickly, ladies,” Emily called. She waved the empty bottle and I saw that there were four full glasses of wine. “We’re already down one.”
    “I brought a whole case,” Sara said, settling back into her carefree smile like liquid. I was actually amazed at how easily she did that. “We should be fine for four days.”
    She got up from her crouch in front of the fridge and walked over to the counter and picked up one of the glasses. I did the same.
    “To some much-needed R-and-R,” Andrea announced.
    We clinked our glasses together.
     
    ***
     
    I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I sat down and read for longer than fifteen minutes. When I was in my teens, I used to sit down and read a book a day, but when I got older, I stopped reading and got caught up with life.
    I found that here, life caught up with you.
    I sat on the deck in an Adirondack chair, a glass of wine to my left with my paperback copy of First Comes Love in my hands. I was almost done with it, and I only had one more paperback to read before I was out of reading material.
    Too bad I couldn’t charge up my phone and download more books to read. I guess I’d have to pace myself.
    The full moon hung lazily over the mountaintops. The bluish white of it reflected off the ripples on the Chattooga River. Somewhere off the distance an owl hooted, but other than that, it was a quiet, still night.
    Dinner had been grilled chicken wings and vegetables, which was delicious. To my utter delight, Emily and Andrea and I were hitting it off very well, so