Years later, Ren is a man now. He lives in the city, in an apartment with good Wi-Fi. But on his desk, next to a sleek computer, sits a clumsy wooden cat. Its paint is gone. Its tail is still too long.
“Item two,” she whispered. “Take the wooden cat.”
The house smelled of old wood, dried herbs, and the faint, sweet smoke of incense. Every summer, ten-year-old Ren was sent to stay with his Nana Natsume in the mountain village. His friends thought it was a punishment. No Wi-Fi. No arcade. Just a creaky two-story house that sighed in the wind.
Years later, Ren is a man now. He lives in the city, in an apartment with good Wi-Fi. But on his desk, next to a sleek computer, sits a clumsy wooden cat. Its paint is gone. Its tail is still too long.
“Item two,” she whispered. “Take the wooden cat.”
The house smelled of old wood, dried herbs, and the faint, sweet smoke of incense. Every summer, ten-year-old Ren was sent to stay with his Nana Natsume in the mountain village. His friends thought it was a punishment. No Wi-Fi. No arcade. Just a creaky two-story house that sighed in the wind.
