Robyn
Prosperity Springs was surprisingly….ordinary.
It could have been any small city in America, with older, well-maintained architecture and nice tree-scaped sidewalks.
There did seem to be a disproportionate number of beautiful people walking to their nine-to-fives, but that was probably just my imagination romanticizing the place.
We drove through downtown, and then began to climb up into the mountains on a narrow, winding paved road. We passed a sign that pointed to the Prosperity Springs Wildlife Preserve, and then continued into the forest.
When we broke through the trees we found ourselves in front of a majestic mountain like, and beside that, a huge sprawling rustic lodge made from logs. Except that it was way too large to be called a house.
“Is this some kind of resort
