The following morning, Sophie woke with unusual energy. Her heart still danced with joy from the money Rohan had given her the day before. As she prepared breakfast, she hummed a little tune, the kind she hadn’t sung since her childhood.
Rohan watched her from the mat, his eyes soft. “You look happy today,” he said, stretching.
“I am,” Sophie admitted with a shy smile. “For the first time in years, I feel like things are beginning to change. We have a little money saved, Rohan. One hundred and thirty-five dollars! That’s the first stone for building something bigger.”
Her cheeks flushed with excitement as she continued, “If we keep this up, who knows? Maybe we could rent a small space one day. I could sew clothes and sell them. Or maybe start a stall at the market. It’s not much, but it
