CHAPTER SEVEN
THREE DAYS LATER, CONNIE and Dee arrived at Jonathan’s compound at his invitation. Tran met them at the entrance and escorted them to the massive garden. Plants of various shades of green and patches of red, yellow, purple, and white flowers surrounded them.
“The sitting area is over here.” Tran led them underneath a huge arch made of flowers.
The contrasting scents from the different flowers made Dee’s head ache.
“Dee, it’s huge,” Connie said.
They walked through a cement path engulfed in towering hedges and trees that smothered the sunlight.
Dee glanced up, her breath dwindling when she only saw trees above her. “Oh.” She took Connie’s hand, stopping her.
Connie held her. “You okay?”
Dee leaned over, slowing her breathing. “I feel like I’m suffocating.”
“Are you cl
