DESTINATION IS MY GOAL

Previously

…As the morning wore on, the conversation drifted from logistics to favorite books, to places longed for and plans not yet made. Liam’s stories of travel and determination hinted at his own restlessness, echoing Eleanor’s private yearning. When she left Agnes’s that day, Eleanor paused by the blue poppies, sunlight soft on her face. The promise of something new tugged at her: a future she might choose to write, beginning with a single, brave word. She glanced at the flyer Liam had given her, fingers trembling with possibility. "Maybe," she whispered to herself, "the destination isn't a place, but a chance to begin."