The sun rose up the sky like a golden coin sliding into a velvet pouch, casting the plaza in soft amber light. Between the colonnades of the art museum, Linsy stood beneath a blossoming cherry tree, her back partially turned, shoulders slightly hunched as though caught in a moment too tender to disturb. She was wrapped in a soft cream blouse that fluttered in the breeze, her delicate fingers unconsciously clenching the strap of her purse, while the man beside her, Mansy gazed at her with an ...