Echoes of Lavender Peak
The scent of wild lavender drifted through the open window, carried on a warm summer breeze. Mira inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar fragrance that had become synonymous with her time in this small mountain town. She stood at the kitchen sink, absently washing dishes as her mind wandered. Six weeks. That’s all the time she had left before returning to her real life in the city. Six weeks until she had to leave behind the quaint charm of Lavender Peak and the unexpected connections she’d formed here. Mira’s hands stilled, sudsy water dripping from her fingers as she gazed out at the purple-tinged mountains in the distance. ...