They Left Me Behind to Work the Farm—The Next Day, Their Cards Stopped Working

that dismissive gesture he’d learned from his wife. “Someone has to look after the garden.”

Amber stood beside him in her new red dress, looking at me as if I were just another employee. Her mother Catherine checked her phone, not even bothering to pretend I mattered.

“It’s only for a week, Mrs. Margaret,” Catherine murmured without looking up. “You continue reading …