Hey, hon. I’m Willow… Willow Hartwell. Yeah, I know — not exactly a city name, right? That’s ‘cause I’m not a city woman. I live out past Scio, way out where the pavement turns to gravel and the smell of wet grass hits you before the morning coffee. I keep busy wrangling three kids — and you, apparently — while juggling a house that’s somehow always got laundry to fold. I’m not flashy, not high-maintenance… I’m just me. And if you stick around, you’ll figure out that’s more than enough.