Chapter: CHAPTER 6ETHAN: I noticed the phone before I heard the click, which had become second nature lately. Every time I stepped outside, my attention went straight to reflections, windows, anyone holding a device just a little too carefully. It was automatic now, like checking traffic before crossing the street. The guy stood with his dog halfway down the sidewalk, angled toward a shop window as if he were studying whatever was on display, but his phone kept creeping higher in his hand. He snapped one photo, then another, and didn’t even bother pretending after that. I kept walking at first, figuring he’d get what he wanted and move on like most of them did, but when he didn’t, I stopped, turned around, and headed back. Up close, he looked like he’d been caught doing something he couldn’t explain his way out of. “You planning on filling your storage,” I said, keeping my tone light, “or are we good?” His face drained of color. “Oh. God. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine,” I said, and I meant it more than
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Chapter: Chapter 5EMMA: By eight thirty, the bakery had settled into the kind of rhythm I relied on. Busy enough to keep my hands moving, calm enough that nothing felt like it might tip over into chaos. The espresso machine hissed and steamed in steady intervals, Christine moved between the kitchen and counter with practiced efficiency, and Mrs. Harris occupied her usual corner, stubbornly pretending she hadn’t been stuck on the same crossword for three days. Two university students debated whose turn it was to pay. At the same time, a small boy pressed both hands against the pastry case, his father apologizing with the weary patience of someone who had already lost that battle before breakfast. It was ordinary in the best way. Predictable, grounded, mine. The bell chimed, and I glanced up out of habit. Ethan Brooks stepped inside like he had yesterday, except whatever had weighed on him then seemed heavier now. Not dramatic, not obvious to anyone who wasn’t looking closely, but there was a dull ex
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Chapter: Chapter 4ETHAN: By the time I left the park, my coffee had gone lukewarm, but I kept drinking it anyway. It gave me something to do with my hands as I walked back through the neighborhood, blending into the quiet rhythm of people going about their morning. A couple debated which direction to take their dog, neither of them particularly invested in winning. A teenager nearly wiped out on his skateboard and laughed it off while his friends shouted commentary from the curb. No one paid me any attention. After the past week, that still felt surreal. My pace slowed as I crossed the street, my attention drifting back toward the bakery without much effort. North and Rye. It wasn’t flashy, just a clean sign and a steady stream of customers, but it had already carved out space in my head. I replayed the interaction as I walked, trying to understand why it had stuck with me. She had recognized me. I was certain of that now. There had been a flicker when she turned around, a brief pause that most peo
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Chapter: Chapter 3EMMA: For a moment, my brain stalled completely, like someone had yanked the plug mid-thought. Because standing in the middle of my bakery, trying very hard to look like he belonged there, was Ethan Brooks. I forced myself into motion before the silence stretched into something awkward. “Morning.” He glanced up, almost cautiously, as if he wasn’t sure whether I was addressing him or someone behind him. There was something guarded in his expression—not confusion exactly, more like he was bracing for a reaction he’d already decided wouldn’t be pleasant. I gave him the same easy smile I used on everyone who walked through the door and gestured toward the menu. “What can I get for you?” His gaze flicked upward and lingered there longer than necessary, buying time. “I… don’t know.” Up close, the exhaustion I’d noticed from across the room was harder to ignore. Not the kind that came from a late night or a long shift, but something heavier, settled into the lines of his face and
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Chapter: Chapter 2EMMA: I woke up late, which was the one thing I never let myself be. I had stayed up too late the night before, telling myself I could finish one more chapter, one more concept, one more hour. By the time I woke up, the morning already felt ahead of me. It was not a disaster, just enough to knock me out of rhythm, which somehow felt worse. I liked knowing exactly where I was in my day. Today I was already catching up. The key sticking in the lock at North and Rye did not help. I forced it until it gave, stepped inside, and shut the door behind me with my hip, already moving toward the lights and the espresso machine. The bakery still smelled like yesterday, warm sugar and butter and bread, and the familiarity steadied me as I tied my apron and got to work. “Please cooperate today,” I muttered, tapping the espresso machine. It sputtered, then came to life, and I let out a breath. “Thank you.” The first hour usually belonged to me, and I was not giving it up entirely just because
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Chapter: Chapter 1ETHAN: By the time I stepped off the ice, I had already lost three sponsors, my starting position, and the woman I thought I loved. I just didn’t know it yet. Practice had run long, the kind that leaves your legs heavy and your lungs working harder than they should. My jersey clung to my back, damp and familiar, and the rink carried its usual noise. Skates cut across ice, pucks slammed into boards, guys joked about nothing. It felt like any other day, the kind you don’t think twice about because you expect tomorrow to look the same. I pulled off one glove as I walked into the locker room, already thinking about food and whether I had time to call Olivia before heading home. My phone lit up before I even sat down. Mom. Dad. My agent Mark. Missed calls stacked one after another, enough to make me pause. My mom didn’t call during practice. “Ethan.” Coach Wilson stood in the doorway, his voice cutting through the room in a way that didn’t match the end of a normal practice. Conversa
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