Two years ago, I stood on the dock and watched them call off the search for the man I was going to marry.
I buried him without a body. I taught myself to live in the space he left behind.
Then the storm gives him back.
Same face. Same scarred hands. Same way of looking at the sea like he owns it.
But when he looks at me, there's nothing. No recognition. No us. Just a stranger asking me to tell him his own name.
The club calls it a miracle. My heart calls it a second funeral.
Because how do you love a man who doesn't remember loving you? How do you dare to hope again, when hope is the thing that nearly destroyed you?
He's home. He's alive. He's a stranger.
Can I fall for the same man twice — before whoever tried to bury him finishes the job?
Genre: Romance
I buried him without a body. I taught myself to live in the space he left behind.
Then the storm gives him back.
Same face. Same scarred hands. Same way of looking at the sea like he owns it.
But when he looks at me, there's nothing. No recognition. No us. Just a stranger asking me to tell him his own name.
The club calls it a miracle. My heart calls it a second funeral.
Because how do you love a man who doesn't remember loving you? How do you dare to hope again, when hope is the thing that nearly destroyed you?
He's home. He's alive. He's a stranger.
Can I fall for the same man twice — before whoever tried to bury him finishes the job?
Genre: Romance