After being laid off, she returned to a small town with a few books and opened a bookstore nobody cared about. It began with a cup of bitter buckwheat tea. She heard the stories the elderly had long been forgotten for, and for the first time, truly lived somewhere. This is a gentle story about leaving and returning, listening and being seen. It turns out healing isn’t something a place can give you. It comes when you’re finally willing to stop and let someone finish what they have to say.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
