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Rissa had left home twice: once for college, once for a life she thought she’d wanted. Both times she’d looked back and felt a tug that was sharper than nostalgia. Now, at twenty-eight, after a string of restless apartments and relationships that fell like unfinished sentences, she was back in the house that smelled of old books and lemon oil. Her father’s name was Marcus Axler—MissAx, a nickname that stuck from his time as a DJ on late-night community radio—part stubborn warmth, part lighthouse. He’d been the kind of man who could fix a broken radio and make you feel like you mattered while doing it.