Wade was a middle-aged man who had traded the bustle of the city for the peace of a remote mountain town nearly a decade earlier. Back then, he’d stumbled on a neglected cabin on the fringes of the forest.
Its weathered walls offered solitude—exactly what he craved after years of urban clamour. The day he moved in, a scruffy, skittish dog appeared under the rickety porch. Wade named him Milo. Over the following years, Wade and Milo developed a routine that shaped their quiet life.