I loved the feeling of moving and finding myself in a totally different place. We all arrived at the cabin, and it looked just like the memories I shared with Gregor. That was one of the strangest experiences I’d had on this mystical journey thus far—I had felt him in my mind, like we were sharing space together. When he pulled out, I felt bereft and incomplete. He had always seemed like a jackass to me, with his all-knowing attitude and scruffy appearance. However, if the touch I’d felt of him in my thoughts was accurate, he was a softer person than I’d realized. Not weak, but caring, and the intimate experience had felt like a caress. In the initial moments after arriving, I decided to play host to my guests. This was, after all, my family’s cabin, and I wanted them to feel welcome. “Let me show you around,” I said to the gathered group.We walked up the front steps of the porch, past the white wicker porch swing. The wreath on the front door was cherry red, with bright blooms encircling the weathered wooden frame.
