It had been almost fourteen years since Simon’s world collapsed into permanent darkness. Fourteen years ago, a single phone call had changed everything. His wife Linda and their twelve-year-old son Sam had died in a brutal car accident. Simon survived—but survival came at a cruel cost. The injuries damaged his eyesight irreversibly, leaving him partially blind and painfully allergic to sunlight. What hurt more than his physical condition was the emptiness that followed. His home, once filled with laughter, arguments over bedtime, and the sweet smell of cakes from Linda’s shop, became a silent tomb of memories. In the early