Nathan had seen it before, over and over, each time stirring something deep within him. In his dreams, he always glimpsed the same woman—a fleeting presence from his past. His heart ached with a pain he didn’t fully understand, yet he still had no idea who she was.

His breathing turned ragged. And then, to Sarah’s shock, he broke.

She had never seen him cry like this—not in quiet frustration or fleeting sorrow, but in deep, soul-crushing grief. His shoulders shook violently, and raw, ...