When Phoebe decides to start fresh with a new house after her divorce, she finds a cozy home in a quiet neighborhood. While unpacking, she meets her wonderful neighbor, who soon reveals a significant responsibility for Phoebe.aWhen we first moved into the little house at the end of Maple Street, hope and a sense of new beginnings filled me. It was just my 6-year-old daughter, Lily, and me. After a tough year, dealing with a difficult divorce and Lily adjusting to life without her father at home, this move felt necessary. “It’s okay, Mom,” Lily said softly one night. “

I don’t like how Dad always shouted at us.” That confirmed our need to break free. From the moment I met Mrs. Thompson, she reminded me of my grandmother. Her motherly warmth reassured me that moving here was the right decision. “I’m Hazel,” she introduced herself, walking up to our porch with freshly baked cookies. “I’m so glad you’re moving into the neighborhood. My house is right next door.” “This is Lily, my daughter,” I said as Lily played nearby. “We needed a new start.” On moving day, Mrs. Thompson insisted on helping me unpack. “No, thank you,” I protested. “You’re welcome to stay and keep me company, but I’ll do all the heavy lifting.”“Nonsense, dear,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye.