POV: Floriana

Isadora was in the eastern garden of the complex when we arrived.

This time, she wasn't sitting. She was standing at the edge of the garden, near the wall bordering the most recently rebuilt section, her hand resting on the stone, her eyes closed. She looked like someone who was listening.

She opened her eyes when she heard us on the path.

She looked at me.

She looked at Ricardo.

She looked at Sera, who was in Ricardo's arms, in the specific arrangement that had become their