What the Heart Wants

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE What the Heart Wants

A year later, Maya stood on her balcony at sunrise with one hand wrapped around a coffee mug and the other holding a ripe lemon.

The tree had survived.So had she.Julian was still in her life. The New York project had

lasted seven months. They had visited each other, argued twice, missed flights, repaired misunderstandings, and learned that distance was difficult without becoming proof of abandonment.