Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t stop thinking about the pain behind those words. The following week, I returned to the flea market, asking questions until I learned Anna’s name and where she lived. When I finally found her house, she opened the door looking fragile and broken. I handed her the note, and she burst into tears. That day was the start of a beautiful friendship. Over time, Anna began to heal. She started volunteering at a children’s hospital, reading stories to kids who reminded her of Jacob. Slowly, her smile returned.