The Heart of Willow Creek

Willow Creek was the kind of town people imagined when they thought of home. Quaint streets lined with red-brick houses, the gentle hum of life from its bustling market, and the comforting scent of fresh bread and coffee drifting from the cafés and bakeries that had stood for decades. It was a place where everyone knew your name, your story, and, often, your business before you had the chance to tell them. Harper Lane loved it for all of that-and more.
Her father had opened Harper's Café when she was a child, and the little building with its hand-painted sign and creaking floorboards had always been the heart of her world. It was where she had grown up, learned the art of baking, and watched generations of Willow Creek's residents pass through the doors. The café was more than a business; it was memory, comfort, and a legacy she was determined to protect.