She can see how the boy is running toward her. She can see that the boy is smiling, with his perfect pink lips. She can see the love in the boys green eyes. She can see how his dark brown curls falls down on his face as he runs. In a couple of seconds he is in her arms, where he belongs. She can feel how the warm and caring arms of the boy she loves embrace her. She is now safe, loved and at home. She never knew that being away from him would be that hard. So when she feels that he pulls her even closer to his chest, she finally breaths. A breath that she had hold inside for to long now. She had finally found her safe haven again.
The year is 1911 and Hope Radley is the youngest daughter in the family. She is madly in love with the boy with the brown curls and green eyes, Harry. But he is one of the maids son and Hope's mother would never let her daughter love a man from the working class, so Hope hides her love. Until one day when her mothers thinks that Hope should marry a guy named Zachariah. That night Hope runs into Harry's room with tears in her eyes, searching comfort from the man she loves. That night is the start of everything.