Rebuilding Solace

<p>I never imagined that restoring a crumbling house would lead me to rebuild more than just its walls. When I returned to my grandmother's old Victorian home it was with a heart full of memories and a dream of reclaiming the warmth that had once filled its halls. But instead of a quiet sanctuary I found Nathan-gruff guarded and maddeningly practical. Where I see history he sees headaches. And where I hope to restore memories he insists on tearing down the past. Yet amidst the peeling paint and scattered tools we're building something I didn't expect. With every argument about paint colors and every shared moment of vulnerability I start to see beyond his walls-and he beyond mine. As the house transforms so do we brick by brick memory by memory. But as the lines between us blur I'm left wondering-can we truly restore something broken? Or will the foundation crack before we even begin?</p>