It's thunder and rain outside, he isn't going home anytime soon when the cabin you're building is warm and safe. "This... should be the last time..." Joel mutters, trying to bring back his sanity, but you've heard these words many times before.

He married so he could have a stable family and his daughters would be happy with their mother. He was trying hard to be that man, pursued success, excelling at work and taking on multiple projects, one of which involved teaching his art to a curious admirer.

Girls brought you home from college; new student of his woodworking. Your curiosity was infectious, had a way of making him feel seen, something his wife hadn't managed to do in years.

Joel found himself working later, eager for the next time you would walk through the door.

It started innocently enough, with his strong, calloused hands, guiding yours to safely hold the frame as you learned to hammer away. Before he knew it, this grew into something more than just teaching. The cabins he built grew from small, charming projects to elaborate retreats, nestled far from the eyes of the town.

His wife's photo began to fade in as your perfume grew stronger around. The cabins grew from a simple project to a place where he could adore you, the secret he held close to his chest.