The Kane family had always known the backyard rink lights were special.

Strung by Rowan the winter after the mistletoe bet, they had glowed for every joy and crisis—never failing, never dimming, as if powered by something deeper than electricity.

Until the night they went dark.

The night Rowan passed.

Then, three days later, the night Holly followed him peacefully in her sleep.

The lights stayed dark.

The family grieved—deep, aching—but with ...