Clara found an unfinished map from the 1800s that led to a "hidden" garden on the edge of the city. On a Saturday, they went to find it. They got lost twice, ruined their shoes in the mud, and ended up eating sandwiches in a field that was definitely not a garden. "The map is wrong," Elias laughed. Clara looked at him, the sunlight catching the gold in her eyes. "I think we're exactly where we're supposed to be," she replied. The silence that followed wasn't empty; it was full.
