When Maggie and her husband, Kyle, left the city behind, they weren’t just moving — they were starting over. Their little boy, Ethan, had been struggling at school, and the noise, the crowds, the constant rush… it all became too much.
So when they found a weathered white house sitting quietly at the edge of a small town, with ivy climbing the porch and a view of endless trees, it felt like destiny. The realtor mentioned it had once belonged to an elderly man named Christopher — a kind soul who’d passed away not long ago. His daughter said she only wanted the home to go to a family who would love it again.
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