Fifteen years may as well have been a lifetime for the city. Progress had swept through its streets and skyline, a symphony of glass, steel, and digital connections transforming what once was familiar.

Hazel wandered through it all like a curious child.

Its impossible to hide curiosity; it blooms in the glint of an eye, sparks in a glance, as plainly visible as sunlight on water. Hazel didnt even try to suppress it. She walked with the unguarded openness of someone ...