An Afternoon Out With Jayne Bound2burst Patched -

Outside, the afternoon softened; sunlight pooled in the crosswalks. Jayne suggested detours—down an alley where a mural spiraled into a galaxy of handprints, past a florist whose marigolds smelled like remembered summers. She collected a small handful of petals when no one was looking and tucked them inside her jacket pocket as if preserving a treaty.