Prologue
It was a crisp autumn day when Sarah stood outside the family house, the wind tugging at her scarf. She had never imagined this day would come—the day when she’d have to leave, when she’d have to step away from the only home she’d ever known. The house wasn’t just a structure; it was a repository of memories, of laughter and tears, of birthdays and holidays, of ordinary moments that had once felt so big.
But today, as she looked at the house, now emptied of its familiar contents, Sarah understood something she hadn’t fully grasped until now: sometimes, family wasn’t about where you were, but who you had with you.