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Lena had loved autumn best. She called it the “brave season”—the time when things let go, not because they were weak, but because they trusted what came next. She had pressed maple leaves into every book she owned. On their last good day together, she had made Emory promise her one thing.

Spring is the season of promises. Summer is the season of keeping them. But autumn— autumn is the season of keeping faith. autumn fall spring

But they didn’t see what he saw.

To anyone passing by, he was just another piece of the park’s furniture. A statue in a worn cardigan. Lena had loved autumn best