Tracy understood her grandmother's dying wish—to reclaim every lost moment with Elliot, as if determined not to waste a single day.
Time slipped through her fingers like sand. At fourteen, she'd lost her mother and left the Page family. Joyce and his wife had taken her in, only to be tragically taken by a car accident seven years later. Her grandmother became her final anchor, until illness claimed her too.
One by one, the people Tracy loved most had vanished from her life.
The pain of goodbye, the sting of loss—she knew them intimately. To love deeply meant grieving deeply.
Sometimes Tracy wondered how much her heart could take before breaking under the weight of it all.
Yet she counted her blessings: a childhood friend who'd stood by her, a brilliant son, and finally—after years of
