In the winter of 1999, Luna finds a crayon drawing pinned to a corkboard in the small post office of Silver Creek, Oregon. A child's hand holds a tall, smiling figure—no face, just a circle with a scribbled sun above. She learns the drawing was left by a quiet girl named Leah, who waits for her mother to pick up mail that never comes. Over several weeks, the drawing changes: the figure's hand uncurls, the smile turns to a jagged line, and the girl's own face begins to blur. By the end, only the child remains, floating on a white page, and Luna realizes she's been seeing Leah standing alone in the snowfall. A story about waiting, vanishing, and the things we draw when no one is watching.