Some dreams outlived the people who dreamed them—
because they were planted in the hearts of those who came after.
The evening settled gently over Chicago.
Golden sunlight stretched across the gardens of Ashwood House before slowly giving way to the soft glow of sunset.
Noah and William returned from their walk through the city in comfortable silence.
Neither of them seemed eager to rush indoors.
The day had been filled with quiet discoveries.
The city.
The cafés.
The familiar streets Jonathan had once loved.
As they stepped into the library, William paused before one of the old bookshelves.
"There was something I wanted to show you."
Noah looked up.
"What is it?"
William reached to the very top shelf and carefully removed a worn leather folder.
It looked older than almost e
