"When Our Paths Crossed"
When Our Paths Crossed
A Rain-Soaked Tale of Unexpected Love
The rain had returned to Elmsworth, as it often did in early spring. It wasn’t the kind of rain that stormed in angrily or pounded on rooftops. No, this rain was gentle, like a whispered apology — the kind that lingers on windows and deepens the colors of the world. Ava stood behind the counter of her small bookshop, The Inked Page, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her teacup.
