Chapter 41 : Rivers of Tomorrow
Autumn had returned to Portland, the streets lined with golden leaves and the river reflecting the amber sunlight like molten glass. Lena unlocked the door of her flower shop, inhaling the familiar scent of soil and blooms, feeling the quiet thrill of possibility in the crisp morning air. Her daughter skipped ahead, humming a song she had learned from Mira, while Noah carried a crate of vibrant sunflowers for a community display. Mira, ever observant, snapped photos of the light filtering through the window, capturing the small but meaningful details of their life. “You’ve built more than flowers,” Noah said, adjusting the crates. “This shop… it’s hope in every petal, courage in every bouquet. People come here to find strength they didn’t know they had.” Lena smiled, arranging a bunch o
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