This story began with a small sentence said in a tired moment: I wish...Most lives are altered not by earthquakes, but by whispers. Jane's is one of them. What follows is a Christmas fable about marriage and mercy, the ache and ballast of family, and the dangerous magic of a wish made in frustration. It's also a love letter to ordinary days-the kind that feel forgettable until they're gone.You'll meet a woman who learns to gather, not grasp, a husband caught between timelines, a best friend who keeps showing up with gumbo and prayers, and a nun on a park bench who might be more than she seems. Faith is not forced here; it is simply the air some of these people choose to breathe. If you've ever asked for space and discovered you wanted closeness, this is your story, too.