Chapter Thirty-Four
Rachel
Pushing through the door into Firehouse Café, I found it a little crowded. Although the air was still cool in the mornings, the tourists were starting to crowd the small towns of Alaska. It was still technically spring and not even summer here yet, but so what? Once the snow was gone and the roads were clear, out-of-state visitors crowded the usually sparsely traveled highways of Alaska.
Due to its proximity to Anchorage and the pristine coast nearby, Willow Brook often saw some of the earliest tourists. I stepped to the back of the line and glanced around. There were a few familiar faces mixed in, but the balance was definitely starting to shift.
I was here on a coffee run from the office at lunch and had a list of sandwiches to pick up as well. Janet caught
