The next few days in Singapore moved at a gentler rhythm than Timothy was used to.
For once, he wasn't in a boardroom or buried under a dozen projections. Instead, he was standing by the window of the Marina Bay Sands suite, sunlight spilling over the skyline like gold dust.
"Timothy," Evelyn called softly from behind him. "Are you ready?"
He turned to see her standing by the door, simple but elegant as always, beige dress, light shawl, and that familiar poise she carried no matter where they went. Angela stood beside her, clutching a small sling bag and grinning ear to ear.
"Ready," Timothy said, pocketing his phone. "Let's make the most of the day."
Their first stop was Gardens by the Bay.
The air was cool under the vast glass domes, the fragrance of orchids and fresh soil mingling with the faint hum of the waterfall inside the Cloud Forest. Angela ran ahead, her voice echoing excitedly as she pointed to the misty walkway spiraling above the garden canopy.
