When Talia returns home unexpectedly on Christmas Eve, she finds her husband asleep with a newborn baby in his arms. What follows is a story of heartbreak, hope, and the quiet, extraordinary ways love can find us, even after we’ve stopped believing it ever will.
I never imagined Christmas would begin with the kind of silence that follows heartbreak.
Not the kind you hear about, but the kind you feel. The plane had just lifted through a wall of snow when I looked down at my phone and saw the last picture my husband, Mark, had sent: our empty living room with the tree we picked out together.
I never imagined Christmas would begin with heartbreak.