Autumn had settled over Portland once more, painting the streets in gold and crimson. The river glittered in the soft sunlight, reflecting the city’s quiet energy. Lena stood outside her flower shop, arranging a display of chrysanthemums and dahlias for the season. Her daughter ran past, chasing a drifting leaf, laughing with the pure joy of someone completely unburdened by worry. Noah leaned against the doorway, sipping coffee, watching them with a smile. “Your apprentice seems unstoppable,” he said lightly. “She’s learning from the best,” Lena replied, brushing dirt off her apron. They both laughed softly, the sound mingling with the rustling of leaves. Mira arrived mid-morning, holding a folder thick with letters and photos. “Lena,” she said, excitement in her voice, “look at this

