Glenwillow looked like the other half dozen towns they’d visited. It had the same small-town feel, the same friendly people, and the same little country shops that lined main street as the previous six or seven towns Marley had been to. The only difference was the way Marley felt as she drove along the quiet street, observing the locals as they entered or exited this store or that, or occasionally stopping to chat with a neighbor.
The other towns had seemed foreign to her. She was just a visitor there and she knew that sooner or later she would move on, leaving the town behind her. But that wasn’t the case with Glenwillow. This time, this place, something felt familiar and welcoming. She felt like she could actually put down roots and make a life here. This time, she didn’t feel like a stranger just passing through. Glenwillow felt like home.
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