Chapter Six
Ella
Walking into the kitchen at my parents’ house, I found my mother making breakfast and coffee. Georgia Masters, the town librarian, was a force to be reckoned with. She was a no nonsense and endlessly supportive mother.
Before I’d even spoken, she glanced over her shoulder. “Have a seat dear. I’ll get you some coffee and eggs.”
“Mom, I can manage to get my own coffee, and you don’t have to cook me breakfast every day.”
I’d been here just over a week now, and she’d made breakfast for me every day. Not that I minded. My mother was an amazing cook, and it was wonderful, absolutely wonderful, to be home and have her fuss over me.
She set the spatula down on the counter, her green eyes crinkling at the corners with her smile. With her once-brown hair now completely silver,
