I cheated and looked this up since it has been a few days. It is
Psychic by Carolyn Schnall. Now I have to go read it.
But first here is a new quote for you:
Behind them, the cabin began its day as it usually did, basking in the weak spring sunshine as the sun rose over the lake. The light gilded the snow piled up against its boards and on its roof and sparkled off the blank eyes of its windows as the cruiser slowly pulled out down the track and was swallowed up by the trees that guarded the cabin's seclusion.
Eventually, there would be a thaw.
But, for now at least, a delicately-etched heart glistened on an ice-coated window pane, like a promise of something wondrous and new.
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Lois Lane loves Clark Kent.
It was - as they say - a beginning.
