Sean Thistles الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

It’s spring when your great-uncle, Roland Reid is laid to rest. You’re surprised by the generosity of a man you barely knew, but when the will is read, it’s clear that his Pennsylvania property is now yours. With obligations at work, and an opportunity for advancement on the table, you sign the necessary paperwork and rush back to your life in the city, telling yourself that later you’ll decide what to do with the charming cottage on Whistlestop Way, once you’ve had the chance to consider all your options. That promise slips your mind when you’re once again immersed in your own priorities and aspirations. Well… until every piece of your life goes sideways all at once, and while you’re standing in the ruins surveying the damage, you recall that you have an escape - a safe haven tucked in the faraway, picturesque little town of Pennywhistle, PA. It’s a place where you can process, regroup, and come up with a new plan. With nothing else to lose, you pack up and move, feeling as though you’ve entered a time capsule as you maneuver your car through the cobblestone streets of the town square. Yes, there will be quiet here, you confirm to yourself, and you’re mostly right. It’s only Day Two in your new home, and you’re unpacking the kitchen boxes when the doorbell chimes. Standing on your front porch is a handsome, emerald-eyed man, holding a ridiculously large gift basket and beaming a brilliant smile.