Ava's POVThree weeks in Silver Creek and I finally felt like I could breathe again without my chest tightening with old pain.I spent my mornings at the bookstore. The smell of old paper became my favourite and I knew most customers by name now.Mrs. Henderson came in every Tuesday for romance novels. Young Tommy browsed the graphic novels section after school and always left with recommendations I carefully selected.At noons, I ran the free lending library from the small gazebo in the town square. Wolves of all ages stopped by and borrowed books.The community embraced my project with enthusiasm that still surprised me. Someone donated a weatherproof cabinet and Tom helped install it near the gazebo.In the evenings, I studied business management online. My laptop screen glowed in the dim light of my apartment while I took notes about nonprofit organizations and community programs.The dream of a community center felt closer every day.Margaret said I had a gift for bringing people
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