When You Came to Maplewood

When Elena Carter's carefully constructed Chicago life collapses in a single restaurant conversation, she does the only thing that makes sense: she drives north and takes the exit she almost missed. Maplewood Falls, Vermont. Twelve miles off the highway. Her late Aunt Ruth's bookstore, closed for eight months, waiting.

The building is in rough shape. The paint is peeling, the windows are failing, and the floor is hiding something extraordinary beneath decades of damage. So is Elena.

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