The park bench felt comfortable beneath me as I watched Serena throw bread crumbs to a group of eager ducks. The afternoon sun filtered through the maple leaves above us, casting dancing shadows across the walking path.
"They're so greedy," Serena laughed, watching the ducks fight over the largest pieces. "That big one keeps stealing from the smaller ones."
"Reminds me of certain people I know," I said with a grin.
She turned to look at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh? Anyone specific?"
"Just thinking about some of the business leaders in this city. Always grabbing for more than their share."
Serena's laugh was light and musical. Since her recovery, every expression seemed brighter, more vibrant. Her cheeks had a healthy glow that had been missing during her wheelchair days.
"You're terrible," she said, nudging my shoulder playfully. "Though I suppose you're not wrong."
