Windmere Bay , a small coastal town, was famous for its sunsets. People traveled from all over to stand on the pier, watching the sky transform into a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples. But to Ivy , the sunsets were nothing more than a reminder of a time when life felt simpler, warmer, and full of possibilities. For as long as she could remember, Ivy’s grandmother, Ruth , had been the heart of the town. She owned a quaint little souvenir shop near the beach, where she sold postcards, seashell trinkets, and colorful kites. Ruth was the kind of person who remembered everyone’s name, who would hand out extra candy to children and tell stories to tourists about Windmere Bay ’s hidden gems. But more than anything, she was known for her postcards—beautiful, hand-painted cards that she would slip into people’s bags for free, with a small note scribbled on the back: “You are loved. Don’t forget that.” Ivy had spent most of her childhood in that shop, watching her grandmother paint the...