Jeb Coyne, proprietor of Coyne's Confectionary, will have been widowed for two years tomorrow. Tending to his daily business takes his mind off the looming anniversary for a moment, as do his customers, whether cheerful or grumpy. But he's never felt so alone.With the workday finished, Jeb is a few minutes from locking the doors. He goes out to bring in the sign board his father made and is interrupted by a tiny voice asking if he is closing.Olivia Fletcher stands before him, a teenager with wet strands of hair across her cheek, a baby in her arms.This chance meeting will change both of their lives forever.

Jeb Coyne, proprietor of Coyne's Confectionary, will have been widowed for two years tomorrow. Tending to his daily business takes his mind off the looming anniversary for a moment, as do his customers, whether cheerful or grumpy. But he's never felt so alone.With the workday finished, Jeb is a few minutes from locking the doors. He goes out to bring in the sign board his father made and is interrupted by a tiny voice asking if he is closing.Olivia Fletcher stands before him, a teenager with wet strands of hair across her cheek, a baby in her arms.This chance meeting will change both of their lives forever.

Jeb Coyne, proprietor of Coyne's Confectionary, will have been widowed for two years tomorrow. Tending to his daily business takes his mind off the looming anniversary for a moment, as do his customers, whether cheerful or grumpy. But he's never felt so alone.With the workday finished, Jeb is a few minutes from locking the doors. He goes out to bring in the sign board his father made and is interrupted by a tiny voice asking if he is closing.Olivia Fletcher stands before him, a teenager with wet strands of hair across her cheek, a baby in her arms.This chance meeting will change both of their lives forever.