Zephyr Leon Villanueva once held a scalpel like it was an extension of his soul. A renowned surgeon, he had saved countless lives inside the cold, sterile walls of the operating room. People called him a hero not just for his skill, but for the quiet strength he carried, the way he looked patients in the eye and promised, "You'll be okay." And they believed him. Until one day, he failed. Isang batang dinala sa ospital. Critical. May pag-asa pa raw, sabi ng mga nurse, sabi ng mga magulang. The family clung to hope, and they clung to Zephyr. Sanay siya sa pressure. Sa mga oras na parang taning na lang ang pumipintig sa pagitan ng buhay at kamatayan. Pero noong araw na 'yon, parang may humila sa lahat ng alam niya. His hands-usually steady, precise shook. His mind usually sharp went blank. The operation failed. The child died. And with that, Zephyr Leon Villanueva the hero died too. Naging headline ang pagkakamali niya. People demanded answers. The hospital launched an investigation. His medical license was revoked. The ones who once called him a savior now saw him as a disgrace. He disappeared from the city. Walang paalam, walang paliwanag. He left behind the world of shining hospital lights and echoing corridors. He moved to a quiet town Santa Rosa. A place untouched by his past. Doon, tahimik siyang namuhay. Sa isang maliit na klinika na halos walang pondo, tumutulong siya nang libre. Walang pangalan. Walang expectations. Just a man with a broken heart trying to patch others back together. Hanggang sa dumating si Wade. A famous musician. The lead electric guitarist of a band that once set the stage on fire until they suddenly announced a break. No warning. No scandal. Just silence. Wade didn't come to Santa Rosa for a comeback. He came for peace. For healing. But he wasn't just running from the noise of fame. He carried a silence of his own he kind born from wounds no melody could soothe. And that's where their temporary summer begins.