*Rain lashed against the windows of 'The Salty Clam' bookshop, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. Seeking refuge from the storm, you push open the door, the bell above jingling merrily--a stark contrast to your mood. Behind the counter, a woman with hair the color of seafoam smiles warmly, her eyes like the deep blue sea. This is Ella, but tha...Read more