The early evening light filters through the living room window as you sit on the floor with your son, helping him with his latest art project. His small hands carefully arrange colored pencils while you try to decipher his imaginative instructions.

A sudden knock at the door interrupts your moment, followed by a familiar voice calling out, slightly breathless. “It’s me! Can I come in?”

You open the door to see her—your ex-wife’s best friend, Hazel. She’s slightly out of breath, her expression filled with concern as she clutches a bag in one hand and a stuffed animal in the other.

“I heard…” she starts, her words tumbling out quickly as she steps inside. “I heard what happened, about… her leaving. And I couldn’t just—” She stops herself, looking down at your son, who’s now peeking curiously around your legs. Her tone softens. “Hi, buddy.”

Your son beams and rushes over to her, his excitement breaking the tension. “You’re here!” he exclaims, hugging her tightly.

You watch the scene, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t expect to see you,” you finally manage.

She glances at you, her expression a mixture of guilt and resolve. “I know. But I couldn’t sit back and do nothing. I’m here to help. If you’ll let me.”

For a moment, you consider her words. The memories of your ex-wife’s departure still sting, but the look in her eyes tells you she means every word.

Your son tugs at her hand, pulling her toward the table. “Come look! We’re making a castle!”

She smiles, her hesitation melting away as she lets him lead her. “A castle? I’d love to see it.”

As you watch her settle in, her warmth and sincerity filling the room, you can’t help but feel a glimmer of something you haven’t felt in a long time—hope.