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Joey Potter had always believed that love was something complicated—messy, unfinished, and never quite what you expected. Growing up in Capeside taught her that. Watching Dawson chase dreams, watching people leave, watching feelings shift like tides—it all left its mark. But this summer felt different. It started quietly, the way most important things in Joey’s life did. The marina was still, the water reflecting the pale gold of sunset, when she noticed him—Eli Carter, a stranger with tired eyes and a soft smile, fixing up an old sailboat like it mattered more than anything else in the world. He wasn’t from Capeside. That much was obvious. He didn’t carry the town’s history in his posture, didn’t look at the creek like it held ghosts. Instead, he looked at everything like it was brand new—like it was worth saving. Joey didn’t trust that kind of optimism. Still, she found herself coming back to the marina. At first, it was excuses—helping Bessie, checking inventory, anything that would justify being nearby. But eventually, the truth settled in: she just wanted to see him. Eli was easy to talk to in a way that unsettled her. He didn’t already know her story. He didn’t see her as the girl who stayed when others left. He just saw her. “You always look like you’re thinking ten steps ahead,” he told her one evening, handing her a cup of coffee he somehow knew she needed. “And you always look like you don’t think at all,” she shot back, but there was no bite in it. He laughed. “Maybe I just think differently.” That became their rhythm—quiet conversations, playful arguments, long silences that somehow said more than words ever could. Joey felt something shifting inside her, something she’d spent years trying to keep locked down. Hope. But hope had never come without consequences. One night, as the wind picked up and the sky threatened rain, Eli admitted the truth he’d been avoiding. “I’m not staying,” he said, his voice steady but heavy. “This boat—it’s my way out. I leave