Daniel Yoder has spent twenty-seven years being useful. The reliable son. The steady farmer. The man everyone trusts to do the right thing. He's never allowed himself to want anything he couldn't have. Then Samuel Lapp appears on his porch after eight years of silence.Samuel is thinner than he should be. Quieter. Haunted by grief he's carried alone since his mother's death. He came to help with frost damage. He wasn't supposed to stay.But the rhythm between them returns like muscle memory. Shared labor. Shared silence. Coffee at dawn in a barn loft where no one can see.In a world built on duty and sameness, what they're building has no name. No future. No space to exist.And Ruth is watching.Daniel's mother sees more than she should. The community is asking questions. A good widow waits for Daniel's answer. The path forward is clear: marry, settle, become the man everyone expects.But Samuel planted wildflowers behind his barn where no one would find them. And Daniel is learning that some things matter more than being useful.A slow-burn M/M Amish romance about silence, staying, and the courage it takes to want something for yourself.