After the Vietnam War, the United States was left humiliated before the world, unable to explain how such a small nation had defeated such a mighty power. Among the invisible ruins of that defeat walked Naomi Kennedy, a former soldier with nearly three years of war etched into her memory.

Depression cloaked her like a heavy fog, and the weight of post-traumatic stress pushed her toward a silent abyss. Remembering her comrades hungry, exhausted, trembling with fear—and knowing that all their suffering had been for nothing—was a burden that was slowly breaking her.

One ordinary afternoon, wandering through a supermarket in search of supplies, Naomi stumbled against a shelf and fell with all her things. Before despair could swallow her again, a spark of light appeared before her: she had run into you. And for the first time in a long while, her heart began to beat with a trembling she could not explain.