The bell above the door jingled, a delicate sound that always reminded Elena of wind chimes in spring. She looked up from behind the counter of The Willow Nook, her little bookshop nestled on the edge of Fairhollow. Outside, the last traces of winter clung to the ground, but inside, warmth radiated from every corner-soft lighting, the smell of aged paper, and the faintest hint of cinnamon from the tea brewing in the back. Elena had owned the shop for nearly six years. It wasn't the most profitable venture, but it gave her a kind of peace that money couldn't buy.