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Maeve thought starting over would feel like freedom. Instead, it feels like silence. New city. Empty apartment. A dream café waiting to open its doors. Then, one rainstorm and a stranger with an umbrella.
Jude is an artist who seems to notice Maeve in ways no one else does. His quiet sketches, his unexpected appearances, his patience. Maeve swore she wasn't looking for love-not while fighting her own shadows. But some stories don't wait to be written.
In a city of coffee and rain, can Maeve learn to see herself as clearly as he does?