The trip he took with "just a friend" was the last straw. Anelie is 54 and done-done pretending she's fine, done squinting at one more emotionally unavailable man and calling what isn't there potential, except for the part where she keeps almost texting him back. She used to be a writer, until he put it in air quotes. To get some distance from "maybe this time will be different," she boards a train to Mystic, Connecticut. What she finds instead is a town where serendipity keeps getting her attention. A man who expects nothing and talks about wine in a way that makes sense of her life. A barista who believes even burnt toast is a sign. A coffee shop owner who hands her exactly what she didn't know she needed. As ordinary moments connect in unexpected ways, Anelie begins to wonder if the life she's been looking for has been waiting for her all along. Perfect for readers who love: Small-town fiction with warmth, wit, and a touch of magic-for women done settling but not done livingFriendship, belonging, and self-discovery-where happily ever after doesn't require romanceStories that feel like sipping wine, finding your people, and laughing along the way, in a place that seems to wink at you Praise for I Thought It Was a Sign: "I think it's the best thing Dayna Mason has ever written. I could easily see it adapted for film or television. I especially loved the subtle touch of magic and that the story's resolution wasn't another romance."- Tracy Contreras, writer and artist, Seattle, WA "I Thought It Was a Sign will resonate deeply with women who have lost themselves in relationships just to maintain them, and reveal why they were more than enough all along."- Ms. Stephanie Larkin, author of Displaced: A Memoir "A great setting with philosophical conversations-brimming with encouragement and impossible to put down."- Readers' Favorite
