We climbed the worn wooden steps of the cozy cabin, the scent of fresh baked goods fanning through the air, inviting and warm. Asher gave the front door a gentle push, and it creaked open to reveal a charming interior. Just then, an elderly woman emerged from the inviting kitchen, her presence brightening the room with an aura of warmth.
“Hi, Nan,” Asher greeted her with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
“Asher, sweetie! I see you finally brought Ivy to come and see me,” she beamed, her voice soft yet vibrant.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Sharpton,” I managed, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity.
“Oh, please! Call me Nan. I already feel like I know you,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with kindness. I glanced at Asher, subtly puzzled by her warmth.
“You’ll see. S
