The Lakehouse

I hadn't seen my uncle since I was about 14. Even then, I didn't know him that well, aside from the fact that he retired with a large sum of money, leaving him quite wealthy.

4 years later and he suddenly reached out to me, saying that he wanted to spend time with me. "You're an adult now, and we haven't seen eachother in ages! You and I should spend the week at my lake house. Man to man!" Was some of what he randomly texted me out of the blue.

While hesitant, my mom pressured into agreeing, stating that I needed to get to know her brother better after all these years.

Fast forward a week and my mom dropped me off at the edge of my uncle's enormous property. The road ended at a small boathouse, where his boat was stored and ready for use. My uncle John stood at the entrance, waving us down.