A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

“You did a good job with those rows, son.”

“We need to keep those roots moist if we want to make the late October market,” Brandon said, walking back toward the greenhouse door.

I followed them back toward the farmhouse, the gravel crunching softly under our feet, feeling a small spark of hope that the storm in our family was finally passing.

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