James wandered among the library shelves, searching for solace. A poetry collection caught his eye. Opening it, he was stunned to see his own handwriting from years ago. He had given this book to his first love, Sara, over forty years ago. How had it ended up in the retirement home’s library?

James approached the librarian, who explained the book arrived in an anonymous donation. Fueled by hope, James traced the donation to Sara’s address. With the help of a nurse, he arrived at the house and met Richard, Sara’s widower. Richard revealed Sara had passed away and their daughter Linda had donated her belongings.

James met Linda, who invited him in for dinner. Over the meal, they discovered shared interests and allergies, hinting at a deeper connection. Suspicious, James took a napkin Linda used for a DNA test, suspecting she was his daughter.

Days later, James revealed his suspicion to Linda. As they prepared to check the results, James collapsed. In the hospital, Richard confessed Sara had been pregnant with James’s child when they parted, and Linda was his daughter.

Reunited, James, Richard, and Linda spent their remaining time together, building new memories and healing old wounds, cherishing every moment they had left.