The town of Ashford was know for it's picturesque landscape and the soft, constant hum of nature Nestled between lush green hills the town seemed untouched by time,each house standing like a quiet sentinel guarding the past life here moved at it's own pace, and the residents went about their days with a sense of belonging.Among them saw Evelyn cole a woman whose heart was as soft as the winds that swept through the valley yet it had long been locked away behind a wall of quiet grief.

Evelyn's love story, it could be called that, had ended in silence. Her husband, James, had passed away five years ago, leaving behind an empty house filled with memories of a life she would never get back.she went through the motions, the rituals of living - tea in the morning, walks by the river,a steady job at the local bookstore was Evelyn's sanctuary.it smelled of aged paper and the faintest scent of coffee from the corner where partons would linger it was there, between the worn pages of novel and the dust - covered shelves, that she first heard the whispers.At first, it was nothing more than a breeze through the open window, murmur she dismissed.But soon, there was a voice,so soft that she could scarcely hear it above the hum of her thoughts.It seemed to echo in her mind more than in her ears from, but the words were unmistakable.

"You are not alone".