She’d set the date for the last Saturday in June when, hopefully, most farmers would have finished seeding. With Simone’s help, she’d booked the Memorial Hall, started designing the invitations, and begun drafting press releases for the media. Faith relished the busyness but grabbed every opportunity to get away from Forrester’s Rock because life at home hadn’t improved at all. Her dad had barely spoken to her all week; the grunts he gave her to pass the broccoli at dinner didn’t count. So many times she wanted to scream that she hadn’t stopped picking up his socks or cooking his favourite desserts, despite her threats to do so, so why oh why couldn’t he just smile at her occasionally? She felt trapped. On the one hand she didn’t want to leave Forrester’s Rock, but on the other hand, she couldn’t go on living in such a toxic place. She prayed for rain and vowed that once seeding was over, once the ball had been ticked off her list, she’d have it out with her father.
