A New Bloom of Hope

Chapter 5: The New Garden The wildflower was small and tenacious, a bold spot of yellow

against the bleak ground. It was a silent promise of renewal, right where the

deepest pain had been. Finn looked at the flower, then at Willow.

"Clara always loved those," he murmured, his voice soft, without the former bitter edge.

"A new bloom on the old spot." Willow understood. The past was sacred, but it shouldn't

be the only thing they saw. "We can't rebuild the house, Finn," she said,

her green eyes shining with new resolve. "But we can make a new garden." They began to work

together. They moved away from the charred house foundation and toward the edge