As they picked a random path and began to stroll, Mark glanced sideways at Jessica.
“Tell me about your memories. Why is this place so special to you?”
She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. “Growing up in the Alpha Home for Orphans in Berbice, we didn’t go out much. School and church—that was about it, and both were within walking distance of the orphanage. But every August, the Botanical Gardens hosted a camp for kids, and the orphanage took us. Those were the few times I got to see that the world was bigger than the fences around my childhood.”
“So... was it like summer camp for you?” he asked gently.
“Yeah, basically. The camps were held at the Jenman Education Center.” She pointed to a one-story wooden building nestled between thick greenery.
“Every year we’d learn something ne
