The snow started falling at two o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, fat flakes that looked picturesque through the café windows. […]

Magnus was gone when Briar woke up. Not just gone from the couch—gone gone, like he’d never been there at

The sink started leaking two days after the heating incident. Briar stood in the café kitchen at six in the

Magnus made it three days before the boiler failed again. He knew because Calla called him at seven in the

Three weeks after opening day, Briar stood in the middle of The Honey Pot café and felt something dangerously close

Magnus Wolfe had survived a wildfire that killed twelve men. He’d lived through the guilt, the nightmares, the endless loop

The morning Briar Locke drove into Pine Haven, the mountain town looked like something out of a postcard she’d never