CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was only when Daniel turned the truck onto the driveway leading up the inn that Emily realized the extent of chaos the snowfall had caused. The roofs of several of the old outhouses had collapsed under the weight of snow. Both the greenhouses had also been crushed.
“Your plants,” Emily gasped, looking from Chantelle to Daniel. “All that work you put in with Papa Roy.”
“I know,” Chantelle said sadly. “And the worse thing is he won’t be here to help me fix it all.”
Daniel spoke up then. “We’re going to make it a spring project, aren’t we Chantelle? To have everything fixed up for then. We’ll get stronger glass next time around, just in case. George will know the best type to use.”
Chantelle nodded, and gazed out the window at the wrecked greenhouses as they parked up
