Dark Moon
It looked inviting in the midst of the storm, a beacon amidst the uncertainty of their lives.
“There it is,” Maya said, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Home for now.”
They hurried towards the cabin, and George opened the door, leading them inside out of the rain. The interior was simple yet welcoming, the smell of old wood mingling with the fresh scent of rain. A flickering fireplace sat in the corner, small but casting a warm glow that chased away the chill of the night.
Elora stepped in last, feeling the warmth seep into her bones. “It’s…nice,” she said, looking around. “I didn’t expect it to feel so…comfortable.”