My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

small by Whitmore standards, which meant it only had four bedrooms and a dock instead of a ballroom.

He had loved it because nobody from his family ever visited.

I went there in early spring.

The snow was melting along the edges of the road. The lake was still half-frozen, silver beneath the morning light. The house smelled faintly of cedar and dust.

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