“What’s your name?” she asked finally, staring ahead.
“Cole Jarrett.”
“I’m Allora.”
“Good name.”
That was it. No teasing. No mocking.
Just good.
The cabin stood tucked beneath tall pines, smoke curling from its chimney like a quiet signal. It wasn’t grand. But it looked… solid.
He stepped down and opened the door, standing aside.
“It’s warm inside,” he said. “You don’t have to go in.”
She hesitated.
Warmth meant walls. Walls meant being trapped.
But the door stood wide open.
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