After losing her five-year-old daughter to cancer, a grieving mother finally makes a decision to adopt another child. But when a secret held by her estranged husband surfaces, she is forced to confront a difficult situation.

In the muted light of her living room, Eleanor yelped, throwing her Chinese take-out box somewhere behind her and not caring. The sound interrupted the silence that her once vibrant home was known for these days.

After losing her daughter, Ava, to leukemia five years ago and separating from her husband, Joseph, a year later, Eleanor had lost her passion for everything, including her career in fine art photography.

Although she and Joseph had discussed trying to work things out again, all Eleanor really wanted was to be a mother again. Over the past year, she had spent hours on adoption websites.

Her small yelp and exaltation came from discovering one child, Charlotte, who was the vivid image of Ava.

Eleanor clicked to see more of her photos from Grace Adoption Services and reached for her phone after a few more minutes.

“Hello, this is Grace Adoption Services. I’m Samantha. How can I assist you today?” came a warm voice on the other end.

“My name is Eleanor. I’m hoping to adopt, and a little girl on your website has caught my attention,” she said, scratching her head.

Samantha responded gently. “We’ll set up an appointment for you to come in and meet us. It’s always best if we do this in person.”

Eleanor agreed too quickly. “I’m ready to take that step,” she declared. “I want to make a difference in a child’s life.”

Samantha chuckled and set up a meeting. Eleanor hung up, feeling hope bubbling in her chest for the first in years.

The day of the meeting came, and Eleanor found herself nervously waiting in Samantha’s office.

“It’s wonderful to meet you in person,” Samantha greeted her warmly. “I’ve read your application and can already tell you’d be an amazing parent.”

The two women discussed Eleanor’s background, her reasons for adopting, and her hopes for the future. Eleanor’s eyes often drifted to a family photo on Samantha’s desk.

“Ah, you’ve been eyeing that for a while,” Samantha observed,