“You should start packing your bags right away, because the moment they read that will tomorrow, this entire estate is going to be ours.”
Misty’s voice cut through the air above the white rosebushes before I even had a chance to look up from my work. Her expensive heels sank deep into the damp soil of my father’s garden as if she were strutting down a runway instead of treading on the ground where he had spent half his life.
I continued to snip the dry branches with my pruning shears, moving slowly and carefully just as he had taught me when I was a little girl. He always told me to work without a trembling hand but to never cause unnecessary harm to the plant.
