Willow POV
Doc Blake’s words settled something inside me. They may be human, these people of Maple Glen, but I had my own pack here. A family I'd somehow joined without realizing it, built on shared meals, borrowed tools, and people who showed up for each other.
I smiled. “I know. And I appreciate it.”
“Good. Now go get lunch.”
I rolled my eyes and headed for the staff break room, where my sandwich waited in the small refrigerator. Everyone in town was always on me about eating—Giorgio with leftovers, Sally with extra pie, Doc Blake insisting I couldn't heal animals on fumes. It would have been frustrating if it weren’t so... caring. If it didn’t remind me, with every gentle nag, that I was seen. That I mattered to someone.
The rest of the day passed in the familiar rhythm of appointm
