The black SUV crunched over the gravel driveway as Marc pulled up to the sprawling lakeside estate. At forty-six, Marc carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man who had built a successful life and now craved escape.
Beside him, his wife Lily, forty-two, stretched her long legs and let out a delighted sigh. Their adult children, Brenda and Bruno, tumbled out from the back seats, already teasing each other like they were teenagers again.
“Damn, Dad,” Bruno said, shielding his eyes from the bright sun. At twenty-six and built like a linebacker, he grinned at the mansion’s floor-to-ceiling windows and expansive deck. “This place is insane. Private dock, hot tub, the works. We’re going to own this lake for a month.”
Brenda, twenty-four, flipped her dark ponytail and laughed. Fit fr
