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Gavin
Pittsburgh was home. It had been forever. I loved the city and the hustle, being surrounded by water. It was home.
But there was something about MacKellar Cove that pulled me in and made me start to think about all the things I loved about it as a kid. We spent all our summers there, which gave me an idealized view of the town, but being back for winter and living there as an adult was different and made me think maybe my childhood memories weren’t as flawed as I told myself.
I walked down the slushy sidewalks and said hello to most of the people who passed by me. It surprised me to realize I recognized most of them. I’d only been in town a few weeks, but I was a part of it.
“Gavin, how are things going at the Inn?” one man asked, stopping me on the street.
“Good. We’re havi
