“Yes?”
He nodded. “I’m Jack Reynolds, from two cabins down. Your father told me you might show up one day, tired and wondering why you were here.”
I stared at him. “He said that?”
Jack smiled. “Something like that. He brought me some instructions.” He set a bowl of stew on the counter. “Your father came here right before he passed. He got everything ready. He told me to tell you: don’t judge this place too quickly.”
Jack looked at the photo of the woman. “He also said that when you’re ready, you should check under the kitchen floorboard.”
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