Heavenly

The perpetually grey skies of Forks, Washington, wept a soft, steady rain, each drop a rhythmic whisper against the windowpanes of Healing & Spice. Inside, the air hung heavy with the comforting scent of cedar, sage, and something ancient, something that spoke of damp earth and hidden forests. Edythe Cullen, her blonde curls pulled loosely back, moved with a grace that belied her simple, worn jeans and soft white sweater. She arranged a display of dried lavender, her fingers light and precise, a faint, almost imperceptible hum of baroque music barely audible from the vintage radio behind the counter.
The bell above the door chimed, a familiar sound that always announced the arrival of the town sheriff. Charlie Swan stepped inside, shaking rain from his umbrella like a dog shedding water, his presence a sudden, robust anchor in the quiet, ethereal shop. He shifted awkwardly, eyes darting around the shelves filled with mysterious jars and bundled herbs, a clear sign of a man out of his depth in a world he couldn't quite grasp.
“Sheriff,” Edythe greeted, her voice a calm, inviting melody. “What can I do for you this fine morning?”