A year later, fireworks lit the sky again.
This time Lillian stood inside the same penthouse where Weston had first read her message.
Daisy slept peacefully in a quiet guest room nearby.
Through the wide windows, the city stretched endlessly in every direction, glowing beneath thousands of lights.
Weston stepped beside her with two cups of tea.
“Hard to believe it’s been a year,” he said.
Lillian smiled faintly.
“A year ago I was apologizing to a stranger for asking for fifty dollars.”
