The vineyard smelled like rain and grass and old promises. The air was clean and cool, like someone had opened a window in a room that had been shut for too long. Wildflowers nodded along the path. The rows of grapevines stood quiet, like they were listening.

Jason walked slowly, holding Leah’s hand. The ground under their feet was familiar and strange at once. The same place where everything had been broken. The same place where everything could right itself.

They came to the spot where he had once tried to give her the world. The stone marker was warm from the sun. A few small birds hopped on the...