She wandered between crowded shelves, fingertips brushing worn bindings as if seeking a memory.Then a voice slipped into the quiet. “You still read the endings first?”She halted, heart thudding as…
The moment she stepped into the little bakery, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wrapped around her like a warm embrace.And then she saw him.He stood behind the counter, rolling…
The old fortune teller gripped her hand. “You’ve loved him before.”She laughed. “Who?”The woman only smiled.Days later, she met him at a party. The moment their hands touched, memories crashed…
