A Different CornerSeth Calder I came to the Highlands to be left the hell alone. No noise. No people. No past. Just me, the cold, and the only place that still feels like mine. Then she showed updripping wet, wrapped in a towel, phone in hand like a deranged spa influencer, and very much in my kitchen. A rental disaster, she called it. A fucking disaster, if you ask me. Except she fit. In my space. In my silence. With sweaters that wouldnt stay on her shoulder and a