They met at a very strange time in their lives. Wendy found solace in Irenes eyes; and Irene drew courage from Wendys fragile heart. Faced with their own battles and individual paths, can they find their way back home to each other? ForewordForewordDon’t knock. I will leaveThe front door open afterChanging all the locks(Marla Miniano, The Maps That Contain Us)**This fic is greatly inspired by poetry and music that touched my heart one way or another. I suggest listening to the songs for a better reading experience. Anyway, I hope you guys like it! ***