“Because they’re different plants,” I said.

She considered that very seriously, then gave the smallest seedling a gentler pour.

Some truths were easier to learn in a garden than in a courtroom.

PART 18: Sloane at the Gate

Sloane arrived at Second Bloom one afternoon carrying a paper bag from a bakery.

She stood outside the glass door until Eva asked whether I wanted to speak with her.

I did, though not because I expected an apology to change the past.