128.  The View 

~ RIG ~

‘We’re coming down,’ Natalie’s voice was surprisingly thrilled in our heads. Me and Mack looked at each other, then hurried out onto the deck where John was organizing his papers.

He’d worn a simple, gray suit as I’d asked him to, which was a relief.

Mack and I had opened the broad, French doors that led from the living area out to the wide deck at the back, so when Cara came down the stairs she’d see all the way through the stone-walled cottage and out…

The doorway and exterior roof outside dangling tendrils of ivy.

Thick, gray beams of the deck.