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Aiden didn't believe in second chances, mostly because he’d spent the last decade making sure he didn't need them. As a restorer of rare books, his life was one of quiet precision—handling delicate spines and ancient parchment in a basement studio that smelled of cedar and history. He liked things that stayed exactly where he put them. Then Eva Alexander walked into his shop.

She didn’t look like the type of person who belonged in a basement. She wore a coat that cost more than Aiden’s car and carried a battered, leather-bound journal like it was a holy relic. When she spoke, her voice was steady, but her hands were shaking. Aiden - Eva Alexander.epub

"Thank you, Aiden," she whispered, her fingers grazing his as she reached for the flower. Aiden didn't believe in second chances, mostly because

Aiden realized then that he wasn’t just restoring a book. He was helping Eva find her way home. And in the process, the quiet, dusty corners of his own life were beginning to feel a lot less like a sanctuary and a lot more like a cage. Then Eva Alexander walked into his shop

"A fire," Eva said softly. "Followed by a very poorly timed sprinkler system. It belonged to my father. It’s the only record of the years he spent in the mountains before he met my mother. The ink is running, the pages are fused."

Aiden usually turned away cases this far gone. It was tedious, heartbreaking work with no guarantee of success. But when he looked up, he saw the desperation in Eva’s eyes—a sharp, intelligent grief that he recognized instantly. It was the look of someone trying to hold onto a ghost. "I’ll see what I can do," he heard himself say.

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