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

have the toxicology report from Dr. Higgins,” I said, pulling the blue notebook from the drawer and placing it on the table. “The sheriff’s deputy is a cousin of Sarah’s. He is waiting for my call.”

Brandon took a slow breath, his hand moving to his collar again.

“What do you want, Mother?” Brandon asked.

“Sign the waiver, Brandon, and continue reading …