At seventy-four, I thought I was simply paying to fix my leaky roof. I never imagined what the workers would discover—or how it would completely change my life. My name is Evelyn, and I’ve been a widow for nearly ten years. My husband, Richard, passed away unexpectedly, leaving me alone in our aging family home. Without children or close relatives, my days were quiet, filled mostly with gardening, baking, and volunteering at the local library. But the nights were different—too quiet, often haunted by the sound of rain dripping through the old roof.