Aiden realized then that he wasn’t just restoring a book. He was helping Eva find her way home. And in the process, the quiet, dusty corners of his own life were beginning to feel a lot less like a sanctuary and a lot more like a cage.
Eva gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "He mentioned that flower in his letters. The Blue Gentian. He said it was the only thing that grew at the summit." Aiden - Eva Alexander.epub
"A fire," Eva said softly. "Followed by a very poorly timed sprinkler system. It belonged to my father. It’s the only record of the years he spent in the mountains before he met my mother. The ink is running, the pages are fused." Aiden realized then that he wasn’t just restoring a book
She didn’t look like the type of person who belonged in a basement. She wore a coat that cost more than Aiden’s car and carried a battered, leather-bound journal like it was a holy relic. When she spoke, her voice was steady, but her hands were shaking. Eva gasped, her hand flying to her mouth
"I was told you were the only one who could save this," she said, laying the journal on his workbench.