When I walk outside, the side of the big house is lit up in a glowing indigo. I turn the corner and feel my stomach drop at the same time my heart somersaults. The bed of Finn’s truck is layered in quilts, knit blankets and throw pillows. There’s an old, metal camping lantern on the edge and half-lit up string of Christmas lights dangling off the side view mirror. On the top of the cab is the projector, pointed right at the broad, white side of the big house.
