Anastasia stood on the front steps the day the first contractors arrived with their hard hats and blueprints. The sun cut across the courtyard in a way that made its broken surfaces glint like tiny promises. She thought of the woman with the mole at the corner of her mouth and the letters that had begun as a lifeline thrown from paper to paper. She thought of the words "Better here," and realized they had meant something more than a place: they meant that given care, a place could become better, and given attention, a person could be better seen.
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Anastasia stood on the front steps the day the first contractors arrived with their hard hats and blueprints. The sun cut across the courtyard in a way that made its broken surfaces glint like tiny promises. She thought of the woman with the mole at the corner of her mouth and the letters that had begun as a lifeline thrown from paper to paper. She thought of the words "Better here," and realized they had meant something more than a place: they meant that given care, a place could become better, and given attention, a person could be better seen.