The town had thrived until a local factory burned down many years ago, killing its founder, Henry Hinchcliffe, widowing his new wife whose identity was lost, and devastating the economy. Bella vows to unravel the mystery of Henry’s widow and publish a story about her, so she’ll never be forgotten again.

In a twist of fate, instead of finding the past, Bella is snatched out of the present and transported to the factory, one year before the fire. Soon, she can't seem to stop herself from falling in love with the sweet and swoon-worthy Henry, even though he's destined for another.

Racing against time, can she prevent the fire and save Henry - even if he can never be hers?

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The bus pulled into the Mayflower station, bringing Bella Thomas home for the first time since Christmas. She smiled at the welcome sight of her parents, Paul and Margaret, standing by the platform waving their arms like lunatics. They mortified her at times, but everyone should be so lucky as to have parents that loved them as much.

Bella hugged her backpack containing her most precious possessions, her laptop and notebook, then climbed off the bus. Her freshman year in the journalism program at the University of Illinois had ended far too quickly. With stories to dig into, and friends who craved knowledge like she did for a change, time had flown by. She hadn’t had much time to miss home. But after handing in her final exam of the spring semester, homesickness had punched her in the stomach.

She missed the aroma of her mom’s lasagna wafting through the house and her dad’s animated commentary and criticism during the baseball games. She missed Stanley at the Mayflower Gazette newspaper office, and she even missed arguing with her younger sister, Stella, over whose turn it was to do dishes.

Bella stepped off the bus, and her parents swarmed, squishing her in the center of a Thomas family sandwich hug.

“Mom, Dad, I love you, but I can’t breathe.”

Dad chuckled and released his hold. “Sorry, Isabella. We missed you is all.”

Mom held onto her waist. “You’ve lost weight. Have you been eating?”

“Of course, I’ve been eating.” Bella’s stomach growled. “What’s for dinner? I had chocolate bars for lunch on the bus.”

“Chocolate bars? Oh my gosh. I can only imagine what you ate at school all year.” Margaret pursed her lips. “Your sister stayed home to take the lasagna out of the oven.”

Bella kissed her mother’s cheek. “My favorite. Thanks, Mom.”

***

Bella stuffed herself with a double helping of Mom’s homemade lasagna, and her jeans dug into her belly button.

Blasted high-waisted trend!

The price women paid for fashionso unfair.

Stella batted her long, dark lashes and smiled sweetly from across the table. “Hey, sis. Your turn to do dishes.”

“I’ve been home for a millisecond. Let’s compromise. I’ll wash and you dry.”

Margaret grinned.

Bella said, “Mom, when are you going to get with the times and buy a dishwasher? The technology has existed since the 1800s.”

Margaret stacked their empty plates. “Why would I need a dishwasher? I have a live-in dishwasher. When your sister starts college next year, I’ll get one.”

Stella groaned. “Thanks, a lot.”

Yep, I even missed this.

Bella stood. “Stel, I’ll meet you in the kitchen after I put on sweatpants.”

Bella ambled down the hallway to her bedroom, patting her satisfied, full tummy. She flicked the light switch, finding her old room as she’d left it at Christmas. Unlike some of her friends’ parents, her mother hadn’t stored stuff in her room while she was away.

Her cozy bed, a million times more comfortable than the thin mattress in her dorm room, called to her. She couldn’t wait to cuddle under her iris-patterned comforter and sleep for a full night. For once, she wouldn’t be interrupted by parties, sleepovers, and drunk girls stumbling in the hallways with their high-pitched shrieking laughter in the middle of the night.

Michelle Godard-Richer