Richard

Myneck cranes as I take in all three stories of the lake house. In broad daylight, there is no way to hide the imperfections plaguing the home. The chipped paint and rotting wood siding doesn’t bode well, especially when paired with the tarp covering a majority of the roof. Most of the windows look outdated and their wood frames decrepit from old age. Vines crawl up the exterior walls, completely out of control as if they want to swallow the house whole.

Maybe that’s for the best.

The house is a wreck. In its current state, I’ll be lucky if I find a buyer willing to purchase the place.

All you need to do is find one person willing to take a chance. That’s all.

I release a tense breath before ringing the doorbell. It takesMaya a whole minute to answer the door, her eyes barely open and her…