Willison POV

The bell above the door jingled as Willison stepped into the hardware store. The old shop had barely changed in Willison’s lifetime, despite Mia’s best efforts to modernise it. At least it was cleaner than before she started working there, and a customer could find stuff when they were looking now. Old Doug used justoss stock wherever he felt like it with no rhyme or reason. He argued that he knew where everything was, but that didn’t help if a customer was trying to find something.

Willison could’ve done business with one of the large chain hardware stores a few towns over. He probably would have even gotten...