Clara Saved Her Heirloom Greenhouse With Three Simple Pantry Ingredients

in town by the end of the month.”

“And Richard?” I asked.

“His license is gone,” Frank said, looking down at the small green leaves in the tray. “Permanently.”

I let out a slow breath, my chest rising. The air in the glass room was warm and thick, smelling of the dry peat moss we had mixed into the potting flats yesterday.

“Did he mention Todd?” I asked.continue reading …