Alex was a spreadsheet guy—until Cecilia walked in with a violin case and a theory that Tuesdays contain hidden doorways. One caffeinated meet-cute later, the pair is pin-balling across the planet: haggling for carpets at dawn in Fez, slow-dancing on Patagonian ice, chasing tornadoes for fun, and raising seven wide-eyed kids who treat airports like playgrounds.
For twenty-four years they live on first-name terms with wonder, proof that romance and wanderlust share the same passport. Then, one quiet night, Cecilia drifts off mid-story and never wakes, leaving Alex with a house full of memories and an atlas tattooed on his heart.