At our engagement dinner, my fiancé introduced me as the woman who had brought his first love back to life. I heard him say it beside the restored glass doors of the Bellwether House, surrounded by people who had spent months praising my work, and I watched his hand remain warm against my back as if he hadn't just made me disappear. I was Claire Rowan. So was the woman he had loved before me. Until that night, I had believed the coincidence was only a coincidence. Now I had to decide whether the man who had chosen me could ever see me clearly, or whether he had simply found another Claire Rowan to finish the story he couldn't let go.