He remembered everything. That was the problem.
Sable Winthrop has spent her whole life watching people love in halves, a father who left slowly, a mother who settled for men who were never fully present. So when Ransom Cole shows up remembering her coffee order, her grandmother's favorite flowers, every small detail she's ever mentioned in passing, it feels like finally being chosen completely.
It doesn't feel like anything else. Not at first.
Slowly, the completeness starts to cost her. Thursday dinners canceled for his surprises. A painting practice quietly abandoned. Old friendships that go untended while her whole life reshapes itself around his. By the time jealousy turns into control, and control turns into something she can't explain away anymore, Sable has to ask herself the question she's been avoiding for months: is this love, or is it just someone else's wants wearing love's name?