Kieran had made peace with growing old alone — until Bella moved into the room down the hall. What followed wasn’t just a love story, but a quiet fight for connection, hope, and something worth holding onto.
Kieran had never been a man of many regrets, but lately, the silence was starting to echo louder than it used to.
Back in his younger days, he was the kind of guy who could fix anything with a hammer, a handful of nails, and a smile. He built the little blue house he shared with his wife, Maggie, from the ground up. It was a one-story haven filled with crooked charm and a wildflower garden Maggie had loved more than anything.
For years, their world revolved around Sunday morning pancakes, soft jazz playing on the radio, and long evenings spent on the porch watching the sun slip behind the trees.