Chapter 141 The Safe House

• The cabin was less of a cabin, and more a mansion. It was huge. The minute we pulled up the long gravel drive, and the house appeared between the trees, I felt my jaw job. It had several floors, with large wooden balconies, and tall windows. It was rustic, built in the style of a log cabin, but the sheer size of it was overwhelming.
• “This is not what I pictured,” I admitted. I got out to stand beside the car, gazing up at the house. Matt got out and watched me.
• “It belongs to Nina’s family,” he said. “She said we could use it this weekend.”