The familiar jingle of keys fills the quiet morning air as I unlock the painted green door to Bookends. It is the next day and I am back into my routine.
"Home," I whisper, a small smile playing on my lips. My fingertips glide across the spines of novels as I make my way to the front counter, each one a dear friend waiting to whisk me away on an adventure.
After taking a moment to appreciate the comforting surroundings, I move behind the counter to review the schedule for the day. A brightly colored calendar hangs on the wall, filled with upcoming events at the bookshop. I note that this evening we will be hosting the monthly meeting of our romance book club. The group always livens up the shop with their enthusiastic discussions.
And next Thursday, we have a new local author coming to
