Sam stayed quiet for a moment, his gaze scanning the cabin. “So your plan is to hide out here, alone.”
Graham bristled. “I’m not hiding. I love this cabin. I’ve dreamt of living here since I was a child.”
“But you work from home and you don’t interact with people too much. Do you not want friends either?”
He glared at Sam and stood. “I have friends. Despite what you think, moving here was not to hide away. I feel a connection to this cabin. I have plans for it. Don’t you dare tell me how to live my life,” he hissed, mindful to keep his voice down so he didn’t wake his dad.
Sam rose from the floor, his palms out. “You’re right. That was uncalled for. I’m sorry. I was…am…hurt and I said things I didn’t mean.” His gaze swept the cabin again. “I’ll respect your wishes.” He stood in front of the large window, staring at the water.