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The town came into view as I took the final bend in the road, and I couldn’t help but feel aprehensive as the sign for Willow Creek appeared, dusted with a light layer of snow. It was as charming as I remembered—small, timeless, and untouched by the years I had been away. The long drive had given me plenty of time to think, but thankfully, Theo had kept me distracted with endless rounds of I Spy and the occasional off-key rendition of Christmas carols. Now, as I navigated through the town’s main street, I noticed how little had changed. The same quaint storefronts lined the street, their windows decked out in festive garlands and twinkling lights. Even the old diner still had its flickering neon sign announcing "Best Pie in Town!" I chuckled at the familiarity of it all. Some things rea