POV: Chloe 

 Tristan walked me through the completed sections on a Thursday morning.

He explained the load distributions, material choices, and the angle of the eastern atrium glass with the same careful precision he brought to everything. Every few minutes, his eyes would find mine, quietly watching for my reaction.

Not for professional approval. Something else, something that looked, hope.

As we continued the inspection, we moved toward the plaza.

I stopped in the middle of it and looked around.

Then I froze.

The light was falling exactly the way I had designed it, bouncing off the vertical garden panels and scattering across the ground in the same patterns I...