Two years had softened the raw edges of grief, but Alexander felt its shadow in every quiet moment. Thorn Group had rebounded under his steadfast leadership, and the **Wynn Initiative**—a foundation dedicated to research on fire-related illnesses and neurotoxicity—stood as Olivia's lasting legacy. Yet each accomplishment felt incomplete without her beside him.
The morning mist clung to the manicured hedges as Alexander guided Leo—now five—along the gravel drive of the Portland flower shop Olivia once owned. It had been preserved as a memorial: the sign still read **“Wynn & Co. Florals,"** paint faded but intact. Inside, benches held windflowers flowering in riotous bloom, their pale petals nodding in the breeze.
Leo skipped ahead, clutching a potted windflower bulb. “Daddy, look! I plant
