“I know we don’t have a lot here,” I continue. “The only nightlife in town is The Rusty Horseshoe, and there are no coffee shops, no yoga studios, no fancy clothing stores. But… I guess what I’m saying, Hannah, is that it feels like you’re part of this family. Like you’ve always belonged here.” My heart skips nervously as I put it all on the line. “I’d like to offer you a permanent place to live, right here, if you want.”
