Harmony's POV

　　"I'll fetch you some tea, dear," Aunt Rose said and I watched her waddle into the back room. Rose was still the same since I last saw her, maybe a little older and definitely rounder than I remembered.

　　"Lay off the biscuits," I shouted through "I'm watching my figure," I paused, muttering under my breath "And so should you too,"

　　As I walked across one wall of the bookstore, I ran my fingers over the leather spines of the books neatly ...