I walk inside the shop, taking in everything inside it. Nothing has changed in the past three years since I’ve been away. The walls are still the same warm yellow color they were, although it seems a fresh coat has been added. The chairs and the tables are still the same.
I walk further in. I’ve come here to forget my worries for the time being, just like I did since I was about twelve years old. The only difference this time is that I have my wolf and I can actually smell the different flavors of ice cream.
“Sadie, is that you?” a low-pitched, feeble, and scratchy voice asks, making me lift my head.
I smile, seeing a familiar old face. “Hi, Mrs. Walter.”
She wobbles over to me before pulling me into her arms in a warm hug. I wrap my hands around her, hugging her back, feeling myself r
