She should have done a better job at picking a place to do the boot camp. Most of her therapists tailored their therapies to each client on a case-by-case basis. It was never a requirement to leave the client’s world, but Olivia had felt strongly that Chase needed to be away from her normal in order to breach the defenses she’d erected and raze the fortress of her emotions to ground level. In order to handle the world Chase wanted to climb back into, she needed to meet herself and learn to be a person first, celebrity second. Since Olivia needed to visit the place and attend to any issues before she and her sister made the decision on whether to put the place on the market or not, Cotter’s Creek seemed the right place for Chase to do the adulting boot camp.

Olivia was beginning to doubt her judgment.

Chase gave an overdramatic sigh when Olivia pulled the screen door free from its frame with a terrifying squeal. She fit the key into the dead bolt and opened the door to the dank mustiness within.

“Oh my God, what’s that smell?” Chase asked, poking her head around Olivia.

The smell wasn’t good.

Zeke pushed past them. “Mildew. Definite leak somewhere.”

Olivia refused to look at Chase because she didn’t want the woman to see the disappointment in her eyes. She’d known the cabin was rustic, but she’d not expected it to be so dilapidated. Perhaps she should have sent someone other than the lawn care service out to get the place in livable condition, but that would have meant getting her sister to sign off on it. And she didn’t want to deal with Neve, who had immediately wanted to list the cabin for sale unseen when the bequest came. Besides, Olivia had been determined that Chase’s first task in learning to adult would be getting the cabin up to date. At present, that task seemed Herculean.

Olivia held the door while Chase lifted her shirt over her nose and moved inside. The screen door slammed against the frame like an omen, making her feel trapped in a situation of her own making.

Zeke walked to a lamp and turned the switch.

Nothing.

“Did you have the utilities turned on?” he asked.

Olivia inhaled. “Of course I did.”