Sometimes the life you're looking for is already looking for you-when you stop pretending you're fine.
Anelie is 54 and done-done with emotionally unavailable men, done calling what isn't there "potential" ... except for the part where she keeps almost texting him back. She used to be a writer-until he put it in air quotes. So, she boards a train to Mystic, Connecticut to get some distance from "maybe this time will be different." But Mystic has plans of its own. A town that feels alive, arranging coincidences a little too perfectly-fog rolling in when she feels lost, a stranger saying exactly what she didn't know she needed to hear. A barista who believes even burnt toast is a sign that life is trying to get your attention. A sommelier who expects nothing from her and talks about wine as if it has a soul-pairing bottles with movies and insights that somehow begin to make sense of her life. A resilient Champagne becomes a story about struggle creating depth. An aged vintage becomes a lesson in patience and transformation. And a coffee shop owner who hands her something she didn't know she needed: permission to trust herself again. As Anelie starts to write again-not for publication, but for understanding-a book she never intended begins to take shape. And slowly, a life she never planned begins to feel like home. I Thought It Was a Sign is a warm, witty story about what happens when you stop chasing love and start listening to the life that's been trying to reach you all along. Perfect for readers who love: Small-town fiction with warmth, wit, and a touch of magicWomen in midlife who are done settling but not done livingFriendship, belonging, and self-discovery where happily ever after doesn't require romanceStories that feel like sipping wine, easy laughter with your people, in a place that seems to wink at you
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