Bentley
Pine view Reservoir, Utah
The vast lake spreads out to my right just as our car slows down. We take a curve, gliding upwards, and then the building comes into view. A tall, modern mansion. My jaw drops slightly because this is far from what I expected. To be honest, I only agreed to the offer of staying in her house because I didn’t want to be rude; I didn't believe everything she said about comfort.
I am impressed.
They have a really big porch with a conversation pit just down by the lake. The house is surrounded by trees, but I can still peep at a similar neighboring mansion.
“Your dad bought this place?” I ask excited Hillary. She has been restless all morning—what twenty-four-year-old is so excited to see their parents, anyway?
“Built, yeah,” she answers.
“What did he d
