Lake’s Documentary Twist

Lake

The cabin was quiet—eerily quiet—save for the soft hum of Lake’s laptop as he clicked through raw footage. Clips of the retreat flashed before him like ghosts of a love he wasn’t sure he had the right to claim anymore. Ivy hadn’t spoken to him since the final dinner. She’d packed her things, skipped the post-retreat brunch, and left without a word.

But Lake hadn’t left.

Instead, he stayed behind in the same damn cabin where they faked their first ...