The city was busy, as always. Cars moved like rivers of light down the avenues, and the constant hum of life filled the streets. For Arielle, it had a different meaning now. Less oppressive, less chaotic, and more like a canvas waiting to be filled with the work she had begun in the coastal town.
She stood outside the small studio space she had chosen, taking in the building. The street was quieter than the main avenues, with a few cafés, boutique shops, and office buildings around. Inside, the space was open, sunlight pouring in through tall windows, and the floors were smooth and polished. It had the potential to be a safe place, just like the first studio, but in the city, reaching more people, more children.
Kairo walked beside her, calm but attentive. His hands were in his pockets,
