She moved to Prague the day after she ended things with the man who had been lying to her for two years. Twenty-five, careful, determined to never be that woman again.
He was the IT specialist who reset her password on her first morning. Steady. Unimpressed by her armor. The kind of man who notices what other men miss.
What grew between them across that first autumn was slow and quiet and against company policy. They were scrupulous. Careful. Sure they could keep what they had.
They were wrong about one thing.
A novel about the wounds we carry into love and the wounds we cause when we forget to put them down. Set in Prague across one full year, from the September she arrived to the November that finally felt like home.
She came for a fresh start. She never meant to fall for IT.