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Born in a small Canadian town, I always dreamed of the sea. Years ago, my mum and I risked everything to move to Afterglow Harbour, a foggy town on the Atlantic coast. Together, we opened The Lighthouse Bookstore, a cozy haven overlooking the old historic lighthouse. It was our dream come true, but one year ago, tragedy struck. My mum died unexpectedly. As an only child, she was my entire world. Now, I am completely alone, managing the shop while living in the quiet apartment upstairs.To the town, I am just the quiet, independent woman behind the counter. They don't know my secret: I see everything. I possess an accidental, Sherlock Holmes-style ability to read people with terrifying accuracy. From a salt stain on a boot or a hesitant glance at a cover, I instantly deduce a stranger’s deepest heartbreaks, secrets, and lies. I can read anyone who walks through my door.Yet, despite this brilliant mind, my own self-esteem is deeply fractured. I have a lot of curves and soft edges, and in a world obsessed with perfection, I’ve convinced myself that I’m plain and unworthy of affection. I use my deductive powers as a shield, keeping people at a distance to protect my fragile heart.Deep down, I don't want to be invisible anymore. Behind my guarded exterior is a secret, desperate craving for a place to truly belong—and a person to belong to. I spend my days selling grand romances to strangers, quietly wondering if anyone will ever look closely enough to see past my defenses, look past my insecurities, and love me for exactly who I am.