Chapter One – The Way Back
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Amelia hadn’t planned on crying on the bus ride home.
It started with the ocean.
The moment the road curved and the sea appeared—wide, familiar, unapologetic—her chest tightened. Ten years, and the shoreline still looked like it remembered her. She pressed her forehead to the window, breathing through the ache, wondering when a place could start to feel like a person you never quite got over.
She was back because she had nowhere else to go.
The city had taken everything it promised—ambition, love, certainty—and returned it all cracked. Her engagement ended with screenshots and headlines, her job with polite sympathy and a severance package that felt like hush money. Coming home wasn’t defeat, she told herself. It was rest.
When she stepped off the bus, salt air wrapped around her like an old song.
And then she saw him.
Inigo Rojas stood across the street, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed on the horizon as if he were holding the ocean together by will alone. Taller than she remembered. Broader. Still impossibly quiet.
As if summoned by the weight of her stare, he turned.
Their eyes met.
Something old and unfinished stirred between them, like the tide pulling back before it rushed in.
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