It was a chilly Halloween night when Rosemary, 37, stood by the window, watching leaves dance in the wind. The holiday used to fill her heart with joy, but now it felt heavy with sorrow. Ever since her son Dave died three years ago, Halloween had lost its sparkle. “Think it over, Mrs. Brown,” her therapist had said kindly. “Halloween doesn’t have to be something to dread. Facing it might actually help you move forward.” Tears welled up in Rosemary’s eyes as she thought about her therapist’s advice. Could I

James felt the rhythm of his ordinary day break in an instant when he stumbled upon his son, Liam, crying up in the attic. Liam’s hands were shaking, his face pale. James rushed over, heart pounding, not knowing that this moment was the start of a revelation—a discovery that would change everything. The story had roots back in 2018. Deer had wandered onto the family’s property that year, gnawing through the arborvitae trees that lined the east side of their yard. Those trees, with their tall green walls, had been