PROLOGUE

There are places in this world that seem to hold a kind of magic,

hidden in the cracks of every cobblestone and whispered through the

rustling of the leaves in the trees. For Adrian and Lily, Pearl Street

was one of those places—a quiet stretch of road that felt as though it

was frozen in time, where every corner held a story, every streetlight a

memory, and every old brick building carried the weight of the

dreams of those who had passed through before them.