Unlikely Friendship: The Widow and the Teenager Next Door
It was a crisp autumn evening, and the sky was ablaze with oranges, pinks, and purples as the sun set over the small town. The streets were quiet except for the sound of crunching leaves underfoot as people made their way home from work or school. In one of the houses on Maple Street, a young girl named Lily sat on her bed with her head buried in her hands.