Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Griffin
I pass Sweet Peak Café and the Silver Quill Bookshop. For a moment, it all feels unreal, like a Hollywood movie set.
I crawl at the ridiculously slow speed limit, tires crunching on slush, passing beneath a banner stretched across Main Street:
VALENTINE’S COTILLION
TIMBERLINE INN – FEB 14
I groan. Of course. What’s a small town without a holiday dance?
The GPS cheerfully announces, “You have arrived.”
I pull up next to Oopsie Daisies and take a slow breath. When the lawyer read the will, I was surprised Aunt Clara left me the property. I’ve never even been up here. Not once. Whatever awaits me won’t be pleasant. Time to gird myself.
My eyes land on the perfect first stop. I cut the engine and step out into the frigid street, heading straight for the café across the way.