When grief leaves Mabel hollow before the holidays, a single tree becomes her last connection to everything she’s lost. But not everyone on her street welcomes the light. As tensions rise, a small act of cruelty sparks a wave of quiet redemption, and a reminder that kindness remembers…
I didn’t expect to outlive my whole family.
I used to think I’d go first. My husband, Harold, always said I’d haunt him for tossing my Tupperware before I was cold. We laughed about things like that.
That’s what 60 years of marriage does — it gives you the grace to joke about endings.