Marie had spent most of her life in the same modest house nestled in a quiet neighborhood, where each corner held memories. She’d moved there decades ago with her husband Jim, back when the world felt boundless and their dreams took root in a place they hoped would nurture a family.
But life had a way of carving unexpected paths. Jim had passed away nearly a decade earlier, leaving a void that felt impossible to fill. The house had grown quieter since then, yet Marie found comfort in its familiar walls and in the daily routines that brought a sense of peace.