A few days later, a calm light filtered through the tall windows of Maya’s boutique. The air inside was still and peaceful.

The usual buzz of sewing machines had quieted, replaced by the distant chirping of birds and the occasional creak of floorboards. Maya moved around her studio, gently organizing fabrics and brushes when her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Ava.

“Aunty Maya, our school is having an open day next week! We’re showing our handmade crafts. Can you come and see mine?”

Maya’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she read the message. Ava’s words were full of excitement, and the little girl had even added...