Chapter 583
- —Margery
- The town is small—quieter than anything I imagine I must’ve known before.
- There’s one grocery store, a pharmacy, a church that chimes on the hour. The streets are narrow and cobbled, framed with flower boxes and hand-painted signs. A bakery that opens before sunrise. A cafe with the best tea I’ve ever had. The ocean is just beyond the edge of town, its rhythm familiar now, almost comforting.