Chapter 27: Coming Home
Chapter 27: Coming Home Ryan stood at his parents' kitchen counter, watching snow drift past the window while his mother prepared her signature hot apple cider. The familiar scent of cinnamon and cloves filled the air, bringing back countless winter memories. "You're brooding again," Linda Mitchell said, stirring the pot with practiced ease. "That's the third time you've sighed in five minutes." "Just thinking about the festival budget meeting tomorrow." Ryan ran a hand through his hair. "Mayor Thomas wants everything perfect this year." "And this has nothing to do with Emma helping you coordinate the children's choir?" His mother's knowing smile made him feel sixteen again. "Mom..." "What? A mother can't be interested in her son's love life?" "There is no love life to be interested
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