The small town of Chestnut Lane was the very picture of fall. It was late September, and the leaves were beginning to change from the vibrant green of summer to warm hues of yellow, orange, and red. People hurried along the streets as the crisp breeze swept through, nudging them to swap their T-shirts and shorts for jeans and cozy jackets.

Layla smiled as she watched from the window of the local coffee shop, sipping her latte and observing the townspeople with a quiet sense of wonder. She had only arrived two days ago, and already she was falling in love with the charm of Chestnut Lane. It reminded her of Stars Hollow, that quaint town from her favorite TV show, with its friendly faces and the welcoming chatter of locals who greeted her and shared bits of gossip the moment she’d arrived.

Though the small-town familiarity was a little overwhelming, she loved it. She’d come to Chestnut Lane needing a break from her life back in suburban Ohio. After a rough breakup, one of her fellow BookTokers had recommended the town as a quiet place in the mountains, ideal for recharging, writing, and maybe even mending a broken heart.

She hadn’t wasted a second booking the Airbnb when she saw photos of the picturesque town online. Within days, she had packed her car with enough essentials to stay a month or two and hit the road, bringing along her best friend and emotional support, Maple, her tricolor corgi, who now lay happily curled at her feet, looking like a loaf of bread.

Layla chuckled, reaching down to scratch behind Maple’s ears. The dog looked up at her with a soft, happy expression, tongue out, content to be wherever Layla was. But her joy faded as her gaze shifted back to her laptop screen, where an unopened email titled “The Ring” stared back at her. She sighed, her heart heavy. She’d been avoiding her ex’s calls and texts, and now Delilah had resorted to email.

It wasn’t so much the email itself that bothered her as what it represented. The end of their three-year relationship hadn’t been as simple as she’d hoped. The truth was, they had never truly been in love. Their relationship had felt like the logical next step at the time, and then one day, Delilah had proposed. Layla had said yes more out of obligation than excitement, never seeing a clear future for them together.

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The truth was, Delilah had been her first girlfriend since coming out as pansexual. They’d met in a writing Discord group, where Layla had offered to review Delilah’s debut novel. Their relationship had started strong, full of late-night messages about writing and life. But as Delilah’s writing career grew, so did the distance between them. By their second anniversary, Layla had felt more like a live-in caretaker than a partner, handling household chores and meals while Delilah devoted herself to writing, often demanding Layla’s undivided attention.

The final straw had come when Layla discovered that Delilah was cheating with one of her fans. After their breakup almost a year ago, Layla had been determined to move on, but the latest email was a fresh twist of the knife: Delilah wanted the engagement ring back to give to her new girlfriend. The request stung more than she wanted to admit, and it was a reminder of why she’d needed this getaway so badly.

The email could wait. Sighing, Layla closed her laptop, deciding to deal with Delilah later—if at all. The ring was back in Ohio, anyway, safely out of Delilah’s reach.

“Need a refill?” A voice pulled her from her thoughts. Layla looked up to see a young man with shaggy brown hair and warm brown eyes, smiling at her with a boyish charm. He looked a few years younger than her, maybe mid-twenties, and seemed like one of those good-hearted types who would do anything to make someone’s day brighter.

“Sure,” she said, returning his smile. As he poured her a fresh cup, he gestured toward her with a curious expression. “You’re the new girl staying up at Chestnut Manor, right?”

Layla blinked, surprised but not too shocked—she’d learned quickly that in a town like this, word traveled fast. She nodded, taking a sip of the steaming coffee. “Yep, that’s me. I saw the place online and just had to see it in person.”

She chuckled, thinking of the old Victorian house she’d rented. With its charming study and beautiful library, it had felt like a dream come true. The owner had offered her a discount since it was his first season renting it out after fixing it up from his grandmother’s estate. She couldn’t pass it up, and the price sealed the deal.

The barista leaned in, his face lighting up with excitement. “Some people say it’s haunted, but I’ve never seen a ghost there in all my twenty-six years.”

Layla nearly choked on her coffee. He was five years younger than her and clearly flirting, but his youthful enthusiasm was endearing. She gave him a friendly smile, hoping he didn’t get the wrong idea.

“Well, thanks for the heads-up! I’ll keep an eye out for any friendly ghosts,” she said with a wink, then glanced at her bag. “Actually, do you know if there’s a bookstore around here?”

The barista’s face fell slightly, disappointed that she was getting ready to leave. But he nodded, pointing down the street. “Yeah, it’s just a block from here. If you see the grocery store, you’ve gone too far.”

“Thanks! Nice meeting you.” Layla stood, dropping a few bills on the table and packing her laptop into her bag. “Come on, Maple.”

Her corgi perked up at the sound of her name, wagging her tail as she got to her feet. Layla grinned, giving Maple a pat before stepping out into the cool evening air.

Today was about new beginnings, and she couldn’t wait to see what else Chestnut Lane had in store.