Chapter 27 : Bridges to Tomorrow
Spring returned to Portland, carrying warm breezes, the scent of fresh blossoms, and the sound of the river flowing gently through the city. Lena stood outside her flower shop, arranging potted tulips along the sidewalk, her hands deft and steady. Her daughter skipped around her, laughing as she tried to balance a small stack of pots. Noah walked toward them carrying a ladder, a paintbrush tucked behind his ear. “You’re making a mess again,” Lena said, smiling. “I’m helping!” her daughter insisted proudly. “You call that helping?” Noah teased. “You’ll see—it’s perfect!” she shot back. Lena laughed, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. Watching them together, she realized that life had grown into something far more beautiful than she could have imagined. Later that morning, Mira arr
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