The Kane family had come full circle in the way only time and love can orchestrate.

It was a crisp October weekend, the leaves in Evergreen Hollow blazing red and gold, the air carrying the first true bite of winter. The backyard rink wasn’t flooded yet—Rowan, at seventy-eight, had finally handed that tradition to Everett and Nathan—but the string lights were already up, glowing soft against the dusk.

They had gathered for a special reason.

Rowie Harper—Lily and ...