The day was but a blur of activity. He had been ushered about from the moment he woke until, finally, he and his wife were given the opportunity to say their farewells and head to their new home. It was the part of the day he both looked forward to and feared, for if Eva decided she hated the cottage there was nothing to be done. His life savings were mostly gone and it would take months before he had it fixed up enough to sell for a profit.

This was it.

He had already begun work on it, having taken the past week off from work to make it safe for them. A few of the interior walls had needed to be rebuilt, and the roof was mostly patched over in the main areas of the house. It was survivable, but just barely so. (Or, at least, that was how Beau viewed it.)

"I know it isn't much," he acknowledged. "But a little love and it will be something to be proud of. I promise."