Three kids from foster care.
One impossible love that was never quite romantic.
And a loss that leaves two men raising her children — together.
When Stephanie dies unexpectedly, Daniel and Gabe are left not only with her two small children — but with the quiet, inescapable truth that she was the glue holding their strange, beautiful life together.
As grief settles into the corners of a too-quiet home, the two men must learn how to become co-parents, build something lasting, and find love—not in each other’s arms, but in the choice to stay.
This is not a romance.
It’s a love story.
Jaś Kostecki, a downed Polish pilot with too many names, crash-lands into a countryside war forgot. Jaga — widowed, stubborn, and half-feral herself — takes him in, along with a house full of orphans and one talking wildcat who won't shut up.
Nazis loom, ghosts mutter, and the barn door won't stay shut. But the firewood’s stacked, the soup’s on, and nobody’s dying today if Jaga has a say in it.
Ciaran tried to outrun ghosts his entire life — now he runs a PI agency chasing them. New York offers no rest, just shadows that linger too long, and clients who ask questions no one should answer.
Letha isn’t haunted — she is the haunting. Quiet, strange, and far too familiar with death, she walks like she’s borrowed time stitched into a girl’s skin. Ciaran wants answers. She offers only light.
Five years since the Caulden Massacre. Two since the last funeral. And one dream that won’t let go.
Diana came back to protect her hometown. Deputy now. Hardened. Focused. Dakota came back because he heard her calling — in nightmares, in dreams, in every shadow shaped like grief.
Jesse is still gone. The bond is not. And Caulden is still full of teeth.