A thin tendril slid out of the wall and brushed my cheek. I looked at it. A tiny white bud formed on the tip of the thin branch and opened into a little star of a flower with tiny turquoise stamens in the middle. A faint, honey-sweet aroma drifted up. The poor inn was trying to make me feel better.
I love her relationship with the inn, like why am I tearing up over a girl and her house?? 😭😭
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Jane P
