The morning in late May in New York was a perfect blend of warmth and freshness. The city was alive with the vibrant energy of spring in full bloom. Trees lining the streets were lush with green leaves, and the flowers in the planters along the sidewalks added pops of colour against the steel and glass of the towering buildings. The air was crisp, with just a hint of warmth from the rising sun, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers and fresh coffee from the nearby cafés.
As Emily dropped off the twins at school, the city was already bustling—yellow cabs honking, pedestrians hurrying along, and the hum of traffic creating a familiar symphony. She walked into the Stratton firm, her heels clicking on the pavement, her mind focused and determined, yet unable to shake the weight of everything that had transpired. The contrast between the serene beauty of the morning and the heavy burdens she carried was stark, but she pushed forward, ready to face the day.
