Chapter 151: Nyra’s POV

Two months changed everything.

The plans were finished now and already in motion inked, sealed and approved. The care home stood whole and warm at the eastern edge of Coldridge, its windows bright at dawn, its halls already lived in. The hospital wing smelled of herbs and clean linen. The soup kitchen ran every evening without fail.

Coldridge no longer felt like a repair project and because of that, it was time to leave.

The courtyard buzzed with movement as the ...