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In a cottage nestled between wildflowers and quiet woods, Maribel lives a life of solitude, not loneliness; her days filled with baking, bike rides, and summer afternoons at the children's camp where she works. She has a dog named Henry, a garden that listens better than most people, and no interest in anything that might upend her peaceful rhythm.
But when a man appears at the edge of the lake, a man with a crooked smile, mismatched socks, and too many names, Maribel's world begins to shift in ways she can't explain. He's not what she expected. He's not what she wanted. And yet, he becomes something she never knew she needed.
This is not a love story. Not exactly.
It's a story about seasons, and silence, and all the ways people crash into each other and stay.
It's about friendship that feels like fate, affection that grows sideways, and the kind of bond that's not easily named.
Call it love.
Or don't.
Either way, you'll believe in it by the end.