Outside, the rain began to lift. And somewhere deep in the wet, winding streets of Veridia, a single, quiet note of hope began to spread—not like a bomb, but like a song.
It was safe hope.
When Wren returned the next morning, Logan didn’t hand her the music box. Instead, he knelt to her eye level and pressed the silver pin—the open hand—into her palm. Outside, the rain began to lift
The lullaby played.