Riverbrook.
It was one of the region's completely natural eco-villages. To preserve its original character, much of the village remained untouched.
Only a few modern amenities had been added to the existing settlement.
After Tiffany dropped her luggage off at the host family's house, she turned to find Zebulon, only to see him staring at a pile of chicken droppings in the yard, his brow furrowed in disgust as if he wanted to stay a mile away.
Tiffany smiled and walked over, linking her arm through his.
"Zebulon, I know staying here is a bit much for you, but we have to finish our sketching assignment."
"Please, just bear with it for a little while. I'll try my best to get it done in a day so we can go back."
When she finished, Tiffany noticed his frown hadn't eased in the slightest. An idea sparked, and she whispered, "Besides, you and Naomi were spending too much time together, that's why you were always fighting. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. If you give her a little space, I'm sure things will go back to how they were."
At last, Zebulon's expression shifted.
"It had better."
If it weren't for Naomi, he would never have come to this godforsaken place.
Zebulon had never seen such dilapidated houses in his entire life.
Even with internet, water, and electricity, the environment was still awful. He'd practically pinched his nose the entire way here, and now, seeing how filthy their lodgings were, Zebulon nearly lost his composure.
"Alright, alright, I'll go get your room ready for you."
As Tiffany turned, she exchanged a quick greeting with their host. As they passed each other, they shared a fleeting, knowing glance.
The host gave a subtle nod.
Tiffany's smile widened.
She prepared two rooms and then went downstairs to call Zebulon up to rest.
As they crossed the old threshold, Tiffany suddenly noticed something. Her face paled, and she shoved Zebulon aside. "Look out—"


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