Chapter 14: The Watcher in the Rows

By morning, the orchard felt wrong in a way Isla couldn’t name. She’d lain awake most of the night on the sofa, Ruth’s final letter on the coffee table, the storm tapping branches against the windows like bony fingers. Jonas had stayed too — drifting in and out beside her, one boot still on, as if h...

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