*Kiera*
As we glide down the streets of New York in the luxurious limousine, I can't help but feel like I'm living in a dream. The plush leather seats cradle me as Frida sits beside me, her leg propped up in a cast, a blanket draped over her lap for comfort. Will told us that he arranged this ride because Frida can easily have her leg up and it would be more fun than an ambulance, and I can see Frida’s eyes sparkle with delight at the novelty of it all.
“Look, Frida!” I exclaim, pointing out the window at the bustling city that seems to pulse with life. “That’s Times Square. It’s like a giant party with all those flashing lights!”
Frida’s eyes widen, her expression a mix of wonder and excitement. “Can we go there?” she asks, her voice filled with hope.
“Absolutely. Once you’re settled
