In the rain-soaked town of Havenwood, Chandani returns to confront ghosts of her fractured past. Through her bond with Alaric—a botanist mourning his late wife—she discovers love, loss, and the fragile beauty of life. But some wounds defy healing, and tragedy reminds her that grief is not only about losing others but also about mourning the lost parts of ourselves. How does Havenwood reflect the emotions of its inhabitants? Havenwood exuded the quiet dignity of a place long acquainted with loss. The rain-drenched streets seemed to hold whispered stories of broken hearts, while the ivy-covered walls bore witness to secrets left unsaid. Fruit trees dotted the landscape—mangoes and guavas, their fruits often left to over-ripen and fall, as if even the trees mourned the neglect of happier times. The greenhouses, however, told a different tale: vibrant with bougainvillaea in every hue, sprigs of mint, and rare blooms nurtured by those clinging to life’s more delicate joys. It was under thes...
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