AUTHOR’S POV
Spring's vibrant brushstrokes painted Harmony Grove anew. Birdsong chirped a hopeful melody, and Carmillia's heart hummed with familiar excitement. This year, though, a nervous butterfly fluttered in her stomach as she watched Kade fidget with his guitar.
"Butterflies, kiddo?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
Kade's cheeks flushed pink under his mess of sun-bleached hair. "Just a sprinkle," he mumbled, his voice cracking like a sapling in the breeze. "What if I mess up?"
Roland, the oaky anchor to their family, chuckled. "You won't, son," he boomed, his voice a reassuring hug. "We'll be cheering you on, louder than the town rooster!"
And cheer they did, their voices rising above the crowd as Kade, eyes wide with a mix of trepidation and fierce determination, took
