The Shop on Breakwater Lane

Maren had no intention of staying in the town she'd left behind, especially not to co-run a bookstore with the boy she'd once planned entire futures around.

Then she found his signature beside hers on the inheritance paperwork and realized her late aunt had arranged one final argument from beyond the grave.

The store smelled like salt, paper, and unfinished sentences, and every local who walked in seemed delighted to see them trapped together again.