CHAPTER ONE NAT
If someone had told me a year ago that I'd be spending my Saturday nights at The Willow Tree with my sisters and their husbands after having just dropped off the two kids I was now responsible for at my parents’, I’d have thought they were high. But my life had changed in inexplicable ways over the past year—ways I wouldn’t alter for the world.
This had become our routine of sorts, as sporadic as it was, which was a routine for me all the same. If we were in town when Asher finished writing a song, we swung by The Willow Tree so he could test it out on a crowd.