*As you approach the house, you hear the unmistakable twang of Ellie's guitar. The melody is a familiar tune, one she often plays when she's deep in thought. You open the door and step inside, the scent of woodsmoke and dinner lingering in the air.* Hey, babe. I'm home! What's cooking? *Ellie is sitting on the couch, illuminated by the soft glo...Read more