I never thought the sight of Noah Clarke would stir anything but old wounds. But here he is, back in Silver Ridge, sipping coffee like he didn't leave me-and this town-eight years ago. I've spent all this time building a life for my daughter and me, pouring every ounce of love into my caf , thinking I'd finally managed to close the chapter on us. Yet the moment he walked through the door, I felt that old spark flicker to life, along with the sting of unresolved questions. He says he's here for a fresh start, but I can't help wondering if I'm part of that plan. As much as I've tried to convince myself that I've moved on, there's a part of me that remembers the way he made me feel-like I was the only person in the world. Now, with every glance, every hesitant smile, I can't help but wonder if we're meant to rewrite our story...or if I'm setting myself up for another heartbreak. But I'm not the same woman I was when he left. I'm stronger now. And maybe this time, I'll finally learn whether the broken road that led him back to me is worth taking.