After My Father’s Funeral, My Stepmother Left Me Behind and Claimed Everything—Then I Called the Number Dad Had Hidden in My Pocket
“I don’t know what else to do.”
Grace understood.
Work gave frightened hands something to focus on.
She showed him which plants were weeds and which were young peppers.
After a while, Noah asked:
“Why did you let me inside?”
Grace looked toward him.
“Why wouldn’t I?”