Margaret had lived alone for years. The passing of her only son, Ethan, had left a void so deep that no amount of time could heal it. His death was sudden, a tragic accident that took away her light. Since then, she had kept her heart locked away, unwilling to let anyone in.

One afternoon, while sitting on the park bench she and Ethan had once frequented, a man named David approached her. He was in his thirties. There was something about him—his gestures, his easy laughter, the way he spoke with a kindness that reminded her so much of her son. At first, Margaret kept her distance, but over time, David's...