I Went To My Lake House To Relax—And Found It Renovated For My Brother

and had stopped by dozens of times over the years for coffee and Martha’s legendary cinnamon rolls.

“Bella!” Martha’s face lit up when she saw me at the front desk. “I thought you had the whole weekend at your place. What brings you here?”

“Change of plans,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Family issues. I need a room for a couple nights.”

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