She left without saying goodbye.

He never stopped looking for her in every crowd.

Now they're both back for a wedding that demands two weeks of smiles, small talk, and shared bedrooms.

Paige spent seven years becoming someone new-someone who doesn't run, doesn't hide, and doesn't need saving. She's not the girl who confessed her heart in a hallway and watched it shatter. She's not the girl who left without a single answer to his calls.

She's stronger now. Whole. Finally free of the ghosts that used to chase her. Kind of.

But home has a way of unearthing what you've buried.

Cayson is still there. In the kitchen. By the bonfire. In the room down the hall. And he's looking at her like he has something to say-something he should have said seven years ago.

The leaves are turning. The family is watching. And the truth has a way of coming out when you least expect it.

Some feelings don't fade.

Some secrets refuse to stay buried.

And some second chances arrive dressed in autumn gold, smelling like woodsmoke, and asking for nothing more than the door left open.