3RD POV
The early morning sun peeked through the curtains, shining right in Onda’s eyes.
How beautiful the sight would have been if she hadn’t nearly gone blind. She rushed over to the window, covering the sun with her hands, and pulled the curtains completely together. Then, she grabbed a little wooden sign that read “Open!” and placed it on the windowsill.
Onda’s little bookshop was located in the main plaza s***h shopping center of a little town out in the middle of nowhere called Hazelgrove. The term “shopping center” was generous, but technically accurate considering it was practically the only area within twenty miles that had a grocery store.
Onda began sorting the new load of books that had arrived the previous day, placing each book carefully on their proper shelf. What felt
