Jojo’s P.O.V.
The boat glided smoothly into the dock, the final hum of the engine fading into the evening air. The Miller family moved like a well-oiled machine, tying ropes, gathering bags, and herding Gran and Lucy toward the rental cabin. I followed along, taking in the sight of the house we would be calling home for the weekend.
It was breathtaking. The cabin was massive, all wood and stone, with a wraparound porch and towering windows that reflected the last golden rays of sunlight. Fairy lights lined the railing, and inside, the warm glow of a chandelier spilled out onto the porch. It was the kind of place you saw in magazines, the kind that made you think of roaring fires, cozy blankets, and rich hot chocolate. But what really struck me wasn’t just the beauty of the cabin—it was t
