DESTINATION IS MY GOAL

Previously

…As Eleanor finished closing up, the distant echo of laughter drifted into the library—a group passing by, sheltering under a shared umbrella. She watched them for a moment, the warmth of tea and Agnes’s wisdom lingering in her mind. Tomorrow, she promised herself, she would write something new. And maybe, just maybe, she would find the courage to share it. Outside, the streets glistened. Somewhere, the promise of change waited—quiet, persistent, and just out of sight.