Nicole
I stood there, mouth slightly agape, staring at the rustic green-bricked house before me.
When Jacline Lane invited me inside, I felt grateful".
Growing up in the city, I wasn’t prepared for how warm and grounded this place felt.
The stone fireplace, exposed wooden beams, and handcrafted furniture gave it a cozy charm that instantly made me feel at home.
"I'm so sorry," I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush. "This is my first time in a traditional house. It's... incredible."
Jacline smiled warmly, her eyes—the same deep amber as Weslee's—crinkling at the corners. "It's okay, dear. If you like it, I can show you around later. These old pack houses have mostly disappeared from the cities."
She guided me to a comfortable sitting area where the scent of cinnamon an
