married off his daughter

now,” she said, standing up. She didn’t need a cane. She navigated the rows of lavender and rosemary with a fluid certainty. “We built a world out of the scraps you gave us. You gave us nothing, and it turned out to be the most fertile soil we could have asked for.”

Yusha appeared at the door, his hair silvered at the temples, his gaze steady. He didn’t continue reading …