Chapter 51

“Here we are, my papis,” Juanito said with extra enthusiasm.

We got out of the truck and ambled along the lightly snowed ground, the calming sounds of pure nature greeting us. The snow-roofed cabin was of horizontal strips of dark wood and had a small window on either side of the solid door. It was hard to look through the tinted glass of the windows. The door at least had a peephole, though.

I was such a big city guy that I wasn’t used to dead silence in the country with just a bird singing every so often. It was relaxing, though. I could definitely go on an escape here more often and kill all the stress from work.

Miguel brushed his hand against mine and smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His elation was more than enough to satisfy me.