Avery’s POV
The days blurred together.
One day. Two days. Three days. Each morning, I woke up hoping for news, or maybe even expecting a rescue attempt. Each evening, I went to bed with nothing.
My mother had to have received my letter by now. She had to be planning something. But the waiting was eating me alive from the inside out.
I needed a garden.
The next time Asher came to visit, I was ready.
“I want to start a garden,” I blurted out before he could say anything. I stood from where I’d been sitting on my bed, wringing my hands. “Can I have that much?”
Asher blinked. “Why a garden?”
I shrugged. Telling him that I loved gardening felt too personal, like giving him the one part of myself that I was still holding onto. So I settled for simply saying, “I’m going crazy in here. I n
