When the snow falls, hearts begin to thaw...
 
Quinton MacKelvie never really knew his grandmother, but the sprawling colonial house she left him in Grafton, Vermont might be just the fresh start he and his five-year-old daughter need. Swapping city chaos for small-town charm, he hopes to build a quieter life—one where he can breathe again, and raise his little girl in peace.
 
Celeste Black isn’t exactly thrilled to be back in the town she once ran from. But with her father’s dementia worsening, she’s left her art—and her pride—behind to care for the man who barely remembers her. The last thing she needs is a too-perfect new neighbor who seems to have it all figured out. They clash from the moment they meet—Quinton with his steady calm, Celeste with her creative chaos.
 
She’s in over her head and help has a funny way of showing up wearing steel cap boots, flannel and a permanent scowl.
 
But as Christmas approaches, snowflakes aren’t the only things falling. Between tangled holiday lights, awkward run-ins, and the quiet understanding that comes from shared loneliness, something unexpected begins to bloom.
 
Maybe the place you’re meant to be isn’t just a house. Maybe it’s a person.