SILVER HOLLOW
FAYE
I had been waiting for Alexander to call me back, but I refused to spend the entire evening sitting in my room staring at my phone.
He had told me he would call when his meeting with the board was over, and I trusted that he would. Besides, there were better things I could do with my time than wonder how long a business meeting could possibly take.
So I went to see my parents.
My mother was in the vegetable garden behind the house when I found her, kneeling beside one of the planting beds with a small basket beside her. She had been sorting through the vegetables she had already picked, occasionally reaching into the soil to pull out another one.
I changed into something more suitable for the garden and joined her.
For the next several hours, I allowed myself to g
