Locke looks over at me, his eyes softening into something so intensely tender it makes my breath hitch. "You're something else, you know that?"
After twenty minutes of winding through the white landscape, Locke slows the truck down, turning off the main road and onto a long, private gravel driveway lined with towering spruces.
At the end of the track, perched right near the absolute edge of a snowy bluff overlooking the wild ocean, sits Evelyn’s home. It’s a warm, timber-framed sanctuary with deep green shutters, soft yellow light glowing from every multi-paned window, and a thick plume of gray smoke curling lazily from a massive stone chimney into the pale winter sky.
"She doesn't like company," Locke says quietly as he turns the key, cutting the ignition. The heavy rumble of the V8 e
