Arielle had never been more terrified in her life.
Not of the storm.
Not of the disappearing magic.
Not even of the curse that had shadowed her since childhood.
What truly terrified her was the possibility of losing everything she had finally begun to believe she deserved—Noah, hope, miracles, love.
But the moment the town started rebuilding, one truth settled in her chest like a quiet flame:
If she didn’t fight for Noah now, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
She stood in the center of the town square, breath misting in the cold air, watching Noah help Mr. Jenkins carry boxes into the mayor’s office. He smiled politely. Too politely. The kind of smile people used when trying not to show they were hurting.
Her heart squeezed painfully.
The storm had shaken the town… but
