A Tiny Home

A Tiny Home

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"I'm going to build a tiny house and drive it to BC." "Oh." "Well?" I ask, knowing my perfect brother must have something to say about it. "I'll miss you that's all. I was hoping moving back here was me getting the family back together." "Oh." I copy. "But, Hannah, if that's where your heart is, I'm happy for you." "I don't know where my heart is yet. That's the point of a house on wheels." He opens his mouth but pauses and smiles. "I think that's a great idea. Do you have a builder yet?" Hannah has just returned to Ottawa from France and is determined to move to BC. Her brother Hank is super supportive of her dream to build a tiny house to get there. There's only one problem. Hank's suggested builder is their childhood best friend and Hannah's first love Will who she hasn't seen since the accident. Will he forgive her for nearly ending his life? Will she be able to resist falling in love with him again? She has the time it takes to build a tiny house to decide who her home is and whether or not to stay.
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