After losing her five-year-old daughter, Ava, to leukemia, Eleanor had felt her world collapse. Her home, once filled with life, had become a quiet reminder of grief, and even her career in photography had lost its spark. But over the past year, she had spent hours on adoption websites, longing to become a mother again. One morning, she discovered Charlotte—a little girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to Ava—and felt a flicker of hope she hadn’t felt in years.
