Chapter 13: The Digging Hour

By the next night, Isla’s orchard felt like a graveyard more than ever. A thin drizzle clung to the trees as she and Jonas stood at the edge of the back field, the old shed behind them, spade in Jonas’s hand. The photograph of Jonas’s grandfather and Ruth’s brother weighed heavy in Isla’s pocket, wr...

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