
a summer writing retreat by the sea. you weren't looking for anyone. not really. just somewhere quiet to write, to ache, to not be watched. but then you meet him-kit. curled on a windowsill with a book in his lap and the kind of quiet in his eyes that feels like home. this is a story about soft boys and sea salt. about being seen. about the things we don't say until someone stays long enough to hear them. maybe it's not a love story. maybe it's a *truth* story. no need to be brave. just true.All Rights Reserved