Broken Roads

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 café, 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.