Chapter 29 : New Horizons
Winter had melted into early spring in Portland. The air was crisp but fresh, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms from trees lining the river. Lena stepped outside her flower shop, taking a deep breath as sunlight kissed her cheeks. Her daughter ran ahead, chasing a butterfly, while Noah carried a basket of fresh flowers from the back of their van. Mira followed, camera in hand, documenting the small moments of daily life that had become treasures over the years. “You know,” Noah said, setting down the basket, “I never thought life could feel this… complete.” Lena smiled, adjusting a small bouquet of tulips on the front display. “Me neither. But we built it, piece by piece.” Later that morning, a letter arrived in the mail. It wasn’t from a reader this time, but from a non-prof
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