Chapter 18

Eden

By the time dinner's over, the chili pot's scraped down to a sad red ring at the bottom, Hazel's got cornbread in her hair, Wyatt's asleep in Savannah's lap with one fist still wrapped around a spoon he stole off the coffee table, and every single muscle in my lower back's filed a formal complaint against me.

So yes, cabin weekend's off to a strong start.

I'm curled sideways in one corner of