The wind off the Hudson was sharp, tugging at Sienna’s coat as she stood outside Canvas & Chapter—the new, expanded version of what once was a tiny shop in Brooklyn. She stared at the mural across the outer wall: a sweeping blend of deep reds, blues, and golds that formed a tree with roots buried in books and branches filled with paintbrushes, code, flowers, and stars.
It had taken months to finish. Hundreds of volunteers. Artists. Students. Teachers. Strangers.
A decade ago, it had been a sketch in her old notebook. Today, it was the face of their shared legacy.
Sienna stepped inside, the door jingling softly. The scent of old paper, fresh coffee, and acrylic paint wrapped around her like a familiar hug.
She waved to the barista, nodded at a group of kids in the art corner, and headed
