At 80, Carolyn Holland thought love had passed her by. Then came Dave Foute — a 57-year-old handyman with a rough past and no home to call his own. Within two weeks of fixing her fence, he had moved into her $1.7 million California home — and into her heart.

Carolyn’s daughters were terrified. “Is he her caregiver… or her con man?” they whispered. Once a crystal-meth addict who’d spent years in prison, Dave promised he was “redeemed” and swore, “I’ll take care of her until the wheels fall off.” But as Carolyn’s memory began to fade, the line between love and manipulation grew painfully thin.

She sold one of her properties — promising Dave a share of the $600,000. She even co-signed a $40,000 van for him. Her daughters begged her to stop. But Carolyn stood firm: “They think they’re protecting me, but David is the best thing that happened to me.”

When she died, the family didn’t even tell Dave. He now lives by the pier again — in the van she bought him — saying he still misses her every day.

Sometimes love doesn’t arrive the way we expect. Sometimes it tests the very limits of trust, hope… and forgiveness.