“Thank you.”
“You know I don’t need you to thank me.”
Rachel felt touched and sniffled hard to avoid the tears from falling. Her memories of the place might remain, but they would fade eventually. After all, this courtyard had been the setting for the carefree days of her childhood. Back then, her family was poor, and her happiest moments were when she had meat pierogi. If not for Justin rebuilding this place, she would have lost those memories and never get to recall them ever again.
“All right, stop crying. If Regina sees you, she will think I have mistreated you.” Justin handed her a tissue.
She laughed, tears still in her eyes. “I am not.”
He looked around at the empty room. “Since we will be in the area, you can spend the next few days recalling what the interior was like here. Then, once the interior is complete, we can probably stay here for a bit too.”
“We didn’t have much, honestly, just some old furniture. They were all handmade, so they might be difficult to build.” She took a deep breath and smiled. “You don’t have to recreate everything, of course. It’s good enough for me.”
“But is it within the rules to construct a house here?” She suddenly remembered some real-life issues. Somerset Mountain was now a tourist attraction; except for villagers living at the bottom, plus tourist-oriented shops and restaurants in more developed areas, no one else was allowed to live here. Moreover, people who had settled here in the past had moved away after receiving monetary compensation. So, she was worried that it was an illegal building.
Justin burst out laughing at her anxious face. “Why are you so worried? Do you think I am the type who doesn’t care about the law?”
“Then, what about all this?”
“Burton Group was a generous donor for when Somerset Mountain was being rebuilt. We still have the approval for a village restoration project here from back then, so building a house here is within the rules.”
“Really?”
“Really. When have I ever lied to you?”
She finally relaxed after listening to his reassurances. “Good.”
“Are you worried that I will get sued?”
“You need to be careful.” Times were different now, and Burton Group had split into two sides. Justin wasn’t exactly in a desperate situation, but it was better not to show weakness.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “I’m not that stupid.”
As they talked, Regina’s voice came from up the slope. “Rachel!”
Rachel was amazed. “The paths are so difficult to traverse. How did she manage it?”
Justin glanced outside the window. “She’ll order Bobby around if she wants to follow us.”
True enough, the boy was carrying Regina on his back.
“Let me down.” The girl patted his back, then jumped back onto the ground. She glanced around in disbelief. “I can’t believe my eyes. When did this courtyard appear here?”
Justin replied, “This was where Rachel lived when she was a child.”
“Really?” Regina’s face lit up. “Rachel, did you live here when you were a child?”
Rachel nodded, and as Regina turned her head to look at the growing plants and clucking chickens, her face dimmed once more. “Rachel, did you live like this when you were small?”
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