Chapter Two: The Stranger at the Edge of Town The next few days passed with the rhythm of the ordinary — the clatter of pots from Mrs. Biney’s kitchen, the morning bell of St. Matthew’s, the laughter of children chasing the wind. But somewhere in that quiet pattern, something
Maybe we should take a break from all this,” Emma said finally. “You’re not the man I married anymore
But in a town where faith ruled and curiosity was sin if not properly dressed in reverence, Amara’s dreams were something she tucked deep beneath her prayers
Her first instinct was to text back Who is this?, but before she could, the message vanished — deleted. Automatically
The note stayed in Ava’s mind long after she got home. She’d checked every corner of her small apartment that night — twice. The doors were locked, the windows secure, and yet she couldn’t shake the uneasy chill crawling up her spine. You shouldn’t have taken that
The city never slept. It pulsed — alive, wild, and full of secrets. Ava Sinclair adjusted her camera lens, focusing on the flicker of neon lights reflecting off the rain-soaked pavement. Friday nights in Eastborough were her favorite — the chaos, the colors, the stories waiting to be captured in a single
You’d be lead photographer,” Liam said. “We start with local campaigns, then international galleries. You’ll travel, create, and have complete freedom — as long as I can trust you