Meg was turning thirty this month, and she took some time to reflect on her twenties. She’d spent the earlier part utterly lonely then obsessed with Oliver, thinking they’d get married. In the end, he called it off and while she had been sad, she’d realized that she’d loved his family more than him. His Grandparents were amazing, it made Meg sad that she never really knew her own.
Then Jaron came into the scene, he loved macabre, her brother liked him. Even Isaac did, and he didn’t really fit into the family. Jaron did though, and when he finally came into her life, she was focused on her screenwriting and photography business, even directing a play she’d written.
Turning thirty though, that seemed to change something. Maybe it was biological, like internally, her body was pushing for her to get a move on. It sounded silly, but it was really the only thing she could peg it on.
They decided to escape their everyday life, and head up to the Cascade Mountains mid-week. Everything was empty, which felt similar to the Shining, but also wholly romantic.