Chapter 26 Book 1: Chapter 26

• I didn’t want to do this. Everything in me screamed to turn my ass around and go the fuck home. Nate was standing next to me, shifting his weight back and forth nervously. The second to last thing I wanted was to be stand here. The very last thing was to even step foot on the crumbing mass of wooden slabs and the plants that were reclaiming.
• Nate was right. I took after my father with zero handyman skills. Hell, Aelia learned how to fix everything when she was four because no one else would. Clogged pipe? Aelia took care of it. Hole in the wall? She took care of it. Lights not working? She took care of it. Even one day when the AC broke she managed to crawl up into the attic and fix the issue.
• The dilapidated cabin now before us was proof that not a single thing had been fixed over all these years. Part of me wondered if it was still inhabited. Maybe my father died years ago and we just ever knew.