Maris Ellery keeps her grief like a ledger-tidy, counted, and locked away. As a widow and the director of her late husband's funeral home, she has spent four years perfecting the art of being invisible, finding safety in the silence of the dead and the distance of a back-row pew. Her only secret rebellion is tucking handwritten Scripture into casket linings, a private message to a God she is no longer sure she trusts.

When she is reluctantly appointed to the planning team for Grace on the Hill's "Feast of True Love," Maris braces herself for the usual commercial clich