Evelyn stood at her worktable, surrounded by piles of fabric, sketches, and small notes that still needed to be packed. Several boxes were already neatly stacked, ready to be shipped to Europe. Her face looked tired, but her eyes were filled with determination. Every step felt heavy, as if she were packing pieces of herself into the large suitcase that waited beside her.

As she opened a drawer of the desk, something fell out—a small, light brown notebook. She recognized it instantly. It was the notebook William used to jot down notes about their joint projects—a design project once full of hope and promises.

Evelyn sat in her chair, holding...