The Sacred Hearth
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Being a small business owner with a middle school teacher for a husband and an adventurous son, life was decent to fellow Minnesotan, Moira Grant. However, decency gave way to a terrible tragedy. After two years of grieving and struggling to exist for her and her husband, Raymond, their marriage had reached a tipping point.
With one ace left to play, Raymond revealed a brochure from their local Chinese takeout spot. It detailed a cabin in Cook Forest State Park in Pennsylvania. It was considered a "winter wonderland" with all the amenities that made it feel like a second home. Reluctant to make the trip, Moira perused the images of the cabin; a quaint and toasty spot. And yet... something rang familiar to them both; something true.
A need grew within her, not to escape from it all, but to run towards something far more, something to assuage both of their grief. Was it closure? Would this little retreat bring them peace? Pumpkin Spice, snowball fights, kindred spirits... and the cabin caretaker bringing it all together. This is the Sacred Hearth.
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