Chapter 4 — A Mentor’s Wisdom

Third Person

The late afternoon sun slanted through the canopy of the Butterfly Garden, dappling the stone pathway with golden light. Ellie Hart adjusted her ponytail, the day’s weight pressing down on her shoulders like the humid air around her. She reached into her jacket pocket, her fingers brushing against the leather-bound journal tucked there—a familiar comfort. The gentle hum of wings and the sweet scent of nectar were a balm to her frayed nerves, but even here, her mind buzzed with frustration.