Chapter 41
The autumn sun cast a warm, golden glow over the park, filtering through the leaves of the old oak trees lining the walkways. A gentle breeze rustled the colorful tents of the vendor stalls, carrying the sweet, tantalizing aroma of kettle corn and the distant, cheerful melody of a lone guitarist. Lina and Philip enjoyed their day together at the downtown craft fair, moving at a relaxed pace that felt like a deep, contented sigh. For Lina, a day like this was the perfect escape.
She was always into DIY projects, and seeing what people could come up with—nothing but determination and imagination—filled her with a quiet, bubbling joy. Despite her intelligence, Lina's own hands were far from crafty, a fact that only deepened her admiration for the artisans around her. Her mind, so
