Where do you go when you've lost your home?
We love and make promises of forever and after. We take risks and build a life together, brick by brick, blood sweat and tears. Years turn into decades. One summer afternoon, you come back home and realise that everything is the same but something isn't. Love has slipped away without warning. But this was supposed to be forever,wasn't it? The home you built has become just 4 walls and a roof where you stay with a stranger. Was life supposed to end up like this? Where do you go when you've lost your home?