After a devastating accident claims the lives of his parents and destroys the only home he’s ever known, six-year-old Luca is left with nothing but the clothes on his back and a box of memories too heavy for such a small heart. With no other family willing or able to take him in, he’s sent to live with his mother’s best friend, a woman he barely remembers—but who once rocked him to sleep and kissed his scraped knees like he was her own.

Now, he finds himself in a new house, surrounded by unfamiliar walls and unfamiliar people: Auntie Rayna, kind-eyed and gentle-voiced, who smells like cinnamon and sings while she folds laundry. Her husband Uncle Derrick, quiet and strong with a warm chuckle and arms that never drop him. And then there are their daughters—Mia, 12, fiercely protective and always sneaking him snacks when she thinks no one’s looking, and Nia, 9, playful and stubborn, who draws him into her games whether he wants to play or not.

Luca doesn’t talk much anymore. He flinches at loud sounds and cries in his sleep. But bit by bit, this patchwork family starts to stitch a new kind of safety around him. It’s not perfect—there are tantrums, meltdowns, misunderstandings, and moments when grief feels like a wave no one can stop—but slowly, Luca learns what it means to feel at home again.