Chapter 1
Phoebe’s POV
“Daddy, this rain turned the whole garden into a mess,” I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I knelt down by the flower bed, my knees sinking a little into the soft, muddy soil that still held onto the morning’s downpour even though the summer sun had pushed through the clouds now and started drying things out.
Everything felt so heavy and slick under my hands, the weeds tangled up with the roots of the flowers I was trying to save, and I grabbed another handful, pulling hard until they came free with a wet squelch that made my fingers throb from the effort.
I glanced up at him standing there nearby, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dirt smudged across his forearms from helping earlier, and something about the way the sunlight caught on his skin
