When a wealthy, emotionally distant man offers shelter to Lexi, a homeless woman, he’s drawn to her resilience.

Their unlikely bond begins to grow — until the day he walks into his garage unannounced and discovers something disturbing.

Who is Lexi really, and what is she hiding?

I had everything money could buy: a sprawling estate, luxury cars, and more wealth than I could ever spend in a lifetime.

Yet, inside, there was a hollow I couldn’t fill.

I’d never had a family since women always seemed to want me only for the money I inherited from my parents.

At sixty-one, I couldn’t help but wish I’d done something differently.

I tapped the steering wheel absently, trying to shake off the familiar weight on my chest.

That’s when I saw a disheveled woman bent over a trash can.

I slowed the car, not sure why I even bothered.

People like her were everywhere, weren’t they? But there was something about the way she moved, her thin arms digging through the garbage with a sort of grim determination that tugged at something inside me.

She looked fragile, yet fierce, like she was holding onto survival by sheer force of will.

Before I realized what I was doing, I had pulled over. The engine hummed as I rolled down the window, watching her from the safety of my car.

She looked up, startled. Her eyes were wide, and for a moment, I thought she might run. But she didn’t. Instead, she straightened up, brushing her hands on her faded jeans.