The summer house had always been her favorite place—tucked away at the edge of a quiet lake, surrounded by tall trees that whispered in the warm evening breeze. It belonged to her parents, but for this one week, it felt like it belonged to them: laughter echoing through wooden halls, music playing too loud, doors left open to let the scent of pine and water drift inside.
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