“Thomas,” I whispered.
The silence answered me.
I cried until there were no tears left.
Then I began exploring.
The entire house had been rebuilt with astonishing care.
There was radiant floor heating, a modern security system, a backup generator, solar panels, and beautifully finished bathrooms.
A private office occupied the room that once housed a collection of broken fishing rods.
An accessible bedroom and bathroom stood on the ground floor.
Beside the master bed, a reading lamp illuminated a leather notebook.
My name was embossed on the cover.
LEAH
Inside, Thomas had documented everything.
The solar system was paid in full.
The private well was owned outright and professionally tested.
The property taxes had been prepaid for five years.
The house carried no mortgage.
Major appliances were under warranty.
A local maintenance company had instructions to inspect the roof and drainage systems twice a year.
The first thirty pages contained practical details.
