Jenna’s P.O.V.
With a few weeks of pure loving bliss between Adam and me, spring had officially rolled into the small city of Fairview. Jackets had made way for thick winter coats, and I couldn’t leave my house without wearing mittens or a scarf.
my house
It still felt weird to say it like that…
The decision to move into my late uncle’s house had been both practical and sentimental. Financially, it made more sense than continuing to stay in the hotel where I had taken refuge after inheriting the property. But there was more to it than just economics, it was a step towards embracing the legacy he had left behind for me. A chance to breathe life back into the old place that deserved people to live in it.
My days were mostly filled with work, the demands of my job at Anderson’s Construct
