Chapter 10 - THE BLUE SWEATER DAWN
The following morning, the sun rose over Cape Neddick in a brilliant explosion of gold and crimson across the Atlantic horizon.
Upstairs in the small apartment above The Salt & Ledger, the wooden floorboards creaked under footsteps. Julian stood by the open window, wearing his old flannel shirt and canvas pants, breathing in the crisp morning salt air.
On the kitchen counter downstairs, the chipped ceramic mug sat filled with hot chicory coffee.
The door downstairs chimed as the morning bell rang. A local fisherman walked in to pick up his daily paper, greeted by a warm, laughing voice from behind the counter.
Julian pulled on his denim jacket, grabbed his toolbox from the corner, and walked down the wooden stairs.
He wasn't Julian Morgan, Esq., senior partner and corporate titan. He was just Julian—a man starting over on a rocky coast, stepping out of the shadow of his own making, and walking toward a future where he finally had everything that mattered.
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As he stepped behind the counter, Claire looked up, handed him a fresh cup of coffee, and smiled.
And for the first time in ten years, he was right where he belonged.
