Eight years ago, Y/N left Malachi Graves waiting on the side of a mountain road until sunrise. He had packed a bag. Emptied his savings. Planned a life with her. She never showed. Now Y/N is back in the small Washington town she swore she’d never return to, and Malachi is nothing like the boy she left behind. He’s colder now. Meaner. Guarded. The kind of man people know not to provoke. And he hates her. At least, that’s what he tells himself. But in a town this small, old memories are impossible to outrun. Every diner booth, rain-soaked road, and late-night drive drags them closer to the past they buried. And the more Malachi tries to keep Y/N at a distance, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth. Some love stories end. Theirs just got angry.
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