Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

But... this place is supposed to be completely off the grid. How did this rough bunch of men even find it?

Grandma and Grandpa were always so gentle and kind-they'd never hang out with people like this!

Elysia and the kids were marched into the old wooden cabin.

The moment the gate creaked open, all four of them-mother and sons-were swept up by a rush of emotions: joy, nerves, even a bit of dread.

They'd lived here for five whole years.

Elliot, Evan, and Emmett-this was where they'd grown up.

It was in this very place that the three brothers learned to talk, to walk, to do all sorts of things...

This cabin held just about every flavor of memory for them-sweet, bitter, and everything in between.

Mostly sweet, with the occasional sting.

So as soon as they stepped inside, memories came flooding back. They couldn't help but feel excited and happy.

But... where were Grandma and Grandpa?

Normally, the second they came home, the grandparents would be the first at the door, arms open, faces beaming with delight.

Why weren't they coming out? Why wasn't anyone welcoming them home?

And why were there suddenly so many armed strangers in the yard?

doing

torn-half flooded with relief, half gripped by worry

ached to see Grandma and Grandpa, but none of them dared call out, afraid of what might

though they'd never been here before, could sense something was off with the

clicked: this must have been their

were uneasy too. Why had these men brought them here? Did

to Grandma

of them were weighed

stood a small two-story

big fan of martial arts, and he was good at it. He'd always taken the room nearest

a loud creak, a window

Bernard. She looked up, hope shining in

But-

familiar face, there was a scowling stranger glaring

work? What are you doing back

Tarquin and the others.

"Who are they?"

man leading their

we ran into them on the trail. They were lost-family out here for summer break, got turned around in the woods. We

in

at the second-floor man,

his name-looked down at Elysia, licking his lips, Adam's apple

talk to her myself. Lock the rest

narrowed-he knew exactly what Brock had in

move when suddenly, another man burst in, stumbling and out of