“We’re staying right here,” I said.

I tapped the last wooden stake into the dirt and stood up next to her.

“Truth and quiet discipline win every time,” I told her.

She looked down at the straight row of newly staked plants and gave a small, careful smile.

It was the first time she’d smiled since the Caldwells moved in next door.

“Can I go water the roots now?” she asked.

“Go right ahead,” I said.