Late afternoon was fading into twilight as she sat alone on a bench in the park, crying softly to herself, green eyes filled with tears that flowed down her face as her curly blonde hair partially obscured it. In the short space of a week she had lost her job and her apartment and she was terrified. In all of her 23 years it had never been anything like this. Alone and penniless and now homeless in a large, and now frightening city. Her old landlord had actually smirked at her as she begged for an extension. He was fat and cruel and he rubbed a pudgy hand on his crotch and winked a beady eye at her. She ran away and nearly vomited in an alley. Then she stumbled numbly until she was sitting on a bench in a park and beginning to panic. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It had all been so exciting and promising when she settled into her apartment after taking a job right out of college, living on her own for the first time, and in a place much larger and busier than the small town she was born and raised in. She didn’t even have her phone, as she had left it on the table in front of the couch in the living room of her apartment when she ran from the sickening offer her old landlord had made. She couldn’t get the sound.of his perverse little cackle out of her mind. Why had this happened to her?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pph4qn/weekend_at_the_cabin
where is a cabin in this story?