One Year Earlier
Jonathan Whitmore had never felt at home in his family’s grandeur. Groomed for wealth, he yearned for authenticity. He volunteered. He read Rumi. He dined alone in roadside cafés.
That’s where he met Maya.
She was everything his world lacked — honest, grounded, compassionate. She challenged him. She saw him.
He had fallen completely.
They kept it secret. Not from the press — from his mother.
Then came the rain, the wreck, the silence.
Maya never got to say goodbye.
And she hadn’t yet known she was pregnant.
