Chapter 38 : A Circle Completed
Winter’s first frost had come to Portland, frosting the rooftops and coating the riverbanks with sparkling crystals. Lena unlocked her flower shop, the air crisp but invigorating, and breathed in the familiar scent of soil, roses, and the promise of new beginnings. Her daughter raced ahead, gathering fallen pinecones for a winter craft project. Noah carried a crate of seasonal flowers for holiday arrangements, and Mira flitted around the shop with her camera, capturing every small, vibrant detail of their life. “You’ve built something extraordinary,” Noah said, leaning casually against the doorway. “It’s more than a shop. It’s hope in a pot, a bouquet, a smile. People come here to feel alive.” Lena smiled, tying a ribbon around a festive arrangement. “I never thought survival would lead
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