The morning sun broke through a veil of thin clouds, casting a soft, diffused light over the campus. The chill in the air had a sharper edge, reminding everyone that winter was just around the corner. James and Emily found themselves once again in the greenhouse, seeking solace and clarity among the thriving plants.
Emily moved her hands gently over the leaves of a young sapling, her thoughts far away. "Do you think we'll find anything?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
James paused in his work, considering her question. "I don't know," he admitted. "But we have to be thorough. The integrity of our organization depends on it."
They worked in silence for a while, each lost in their thoughts. The greenhouse, usually a place of peace and growth, now felt like a temporary refuge from the uncertainty that loomed over them.
