Finn

Gray light streamed through the windows when I opened my eyes. The familiar scent of the cottage calmed me instantly. Then, I remembered why I was there and I got up quickly.

My pillow was on the floor, the blanket practically in knots. The couch cushions were all askew. I sighed and straightened everything up, folding the blanket and tossing it on the pillow. It wasn't the first restless night I passed.

I checked around the first floor and made sure all the ...