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leaving a thin cloud of dust over the dry grass.

Maeve stood on the porch steps, her face pale as she stared at the empty gravel lane.

“You are going to ruin us, Mother,” she said, before turning and walking back to her car without looking at me.

By three in the afternoon, the heat was heavy, and I walked down the dirt path to Frank’s garden.

He was standing continue reading …