One Little Chance (Sweet River)

Prologue

DECEMBER 23RD, 2023

I could still remember when I first fell in love. How I fell in love slowly, like growing up, over years and years. Snow was falling outside this December morning as I peeked out my living room window, little kisses blown by Jack Frost. Fire crackles in the fireplace warming my little house.

I had waited for this day since I was a little girl. It had me reflecting on love .

When I first fell in love, it sounded like my childhood best friend, Jordan, laughing my name, “Sophie,” as my chestnut hair fell across my eyes. It felt like him brushing it behind my ear.

I watched the snow pile up in the park across the street, thinking about how heartbreak also sounded like Jordan’s voice, holding back tears as he pleaded, “Sophie,” his hazel eyes on me as I walked away at eighteen.

I let the thick white curtain fall back over the window, rubbing my arms for warmth. I moved into this house only a year ago. Last December, back when I broke the promise I’d made to myself to never return to Sweet River.