Back in Willow’s End, life has quieted—mostly. Jake and Lila have twins, Sable and Thatch, and Emily has come home. But old houses remember. A pantry door that won’t stay shut. Spiral markings drawn by hands too small. Dreams of deeds and women made of flour dust. As a familiar melody drifts through the floorboards, one thing becomes clear: the story isn’t finished. It’s just getting warm.