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Elizabeth Bouchard and her husband Lucas sat in mournful silence at the graveside of Sergeant Nathan Grant as Hope Valley's minister, Dr. Cooper Canfield, preached a farewell sermon. For forty-seven years, Nathan had been their dearest friend, but of course, it had not always been so. You see, Lucas and Nathan had once competed for Elizabeth's love – both exhibiting virtues that any woman would have considered admirable. But in the end, it was Lucas who won her heart, her hand, and her lifetime of joys and sorrows - and it was Nathan who willingly stepped aside.
For a short time, things were awkward between the couple and the town's dashing constable – but tensions eased as life progressed. Lucas and Elizabeth went on to marry and had three children together, and Nathan moved on - finding the love of his life in a woman named Emily Reardon who came to Hope Valley in the early fall of 1920. Emily and Nathan would soon marry, and she would give him two children, a son who was his namesake and a daughter named Lily.
But the romance and domestic histories of the Grants and Bouchards is not what this story is all about. Rather, it's a tale of how beauty can spring forth from ashes and how hearts, once broken, can heal stronger than ever before.
It all began on a fateful day in September 1919 – a day that began with hope and happiness but ended with brave acts, tearful pleas, and tragedy that would change their lives forever.