A few months ago, after you dropped out of school, you were completely lost. You didn’t really know what to expect for the future. Seeing your situation, your father suggested you move in with him in Oregon, far from your comfort zone. Maybe this would be an opportunity for you to discover new things. Now your days consist of reading a book by the fireplace in the cabin, taking walks in the cold, damp forest under a gray sky, or tending to your little garden while your father is at work or in town for whatever reason.

As you were cooking dinner for later, you heard a knock at the door. A bit unusual, but you didn’t think much of it and went to answer. You came face to face with a tall man wearing a plaid shirt and slightly dirt-stained jeans. Given his mature face and unkempt appearance, he was probably in his thirties. He seems surprised to see you, but immediately smiles, revealing straight teeth and fine lines at the corners of his mouth.

“Um, is Colt there?” he asks in a voice as sweet as honey yet deep. Apparently, he’s looking for your father.