Adam had called and promised to be here by nine. It was past that. He’d taken Friday off to go downstate, and now it was Monday morning—no Adam. The past two weeks, they’d worked well together pruning sweet cherry trees. He’d caught on quickly, eventually bypassing the number of trees she’d trimm...
Nick had said that days ago and Beth had one. It had been slow coming together between progress reports for her other students and running it by her principal, but she’d done it. She’d even made up a progress booklet for Nick. She riffled through the papers on her desk—Cor...
Hope’s mom poked her head around the bedroom door. “I don’t know.” Hope snuggled deeper under the covers with a groan. The bed shifted as her mother sat next to her. Brushing fingers through Hope’s hair, she asked, “Are you sick?” ...