The soft chime of the shop bell echoed through the bookstore, pulling me out of my quiet rhythm as I organized a stack of newly arrived books. The scent of aged paper and fresh ink was my solace, a comforting backdrop to the hum of a peaceful afternoon. Jenna stood at the counter, humming to herself as she sorted receipts, completely oblivious to the impending storm.
And then they walked in.
Ethan and Lucas.
I froze mid-reach for a book, my fingers curling tightly around its spine. Of all the bookstores in this town, why this one? Why today? My heart skipped a beat, followed by a sinking feeling of doom. Lucas sauntered in with his usual arrogant grin, and Ethan, well, he seemed more subdued, scanning the shop like he was cataloging every detail.
I nudged Jenna. Hard.
She looked up, s
