As the cart rolled, Lina watched the engine gleam under the morning sun. It was no longer struggling. It was steady, alive. For the first time in years, she felt a spark of hope that she might have a place in the world beyond the streets.
Evan noticed her expression. He remained silent, letting her reflect. The wind brushed across the tarmac, carrying the faint scent of jet fuel and fresh air. The hum of distant engines filled the background. Lina closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling a calm she had almost forgotten.
For the first time, she allowed herself a small smile.
