“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
Her snort of derision is captured in a cloud of condensation on the glass of the cracked window pane. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s…it’s old and tired and so far away from anything and anyone. It needs serious work. It’ll take months to bring it up to scratch after this much neglect.”
She loops her arm through his and smiles gently at him. “I think it’s worth giving it a go. It’s so…us.”
He drives away from the house with its unremarkable façade filling the rearview mirror and begins to see the potential.