CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Summer deepened into a lush, green abundance that wrapped the mountain valley like a living embrace. The garden Sienna had started now overflowed with tomatoes heavy on the vine, fragrant basil, and bright marigolds that Isabella painted daily from her studio window.
The pavilion stood complete, its lanterns glowing softly every evening as the seven sisters gathered beneath its shelter for shared meals, music, and the simple pleasure of each other’s company.
One golden afternoon, the sisters decided it was time to plant something permanent…something that would grow with them through the seasons.
They chose a sunny slope behind the cabin and began digging a small orchard.
Rowan and Nova hauled young sapling trees from a nearby nursery they had discovered on one of
