Adrianna:
Two weeks had passed since Ashton’s visit, and the farm had settled back into its usual rhythm. I had thrown myself into the work, determined to avoid thinking too much about the looming four-week deadline. The days were long but fulfilling, and I’d grown used to the comforting routine of chores and the steady presence of Sawyer.
This morning, though, excitement hummed in the air. The first round of tomatoes in the field was finally ripe, their deep red color visible even from a distance. I could hardly contain my enthusiasm as I grabbed two baskets from the shed and headed out to meet Sawyer by the fence.
“Looks like today’s the day,” Sawyer said, his crooked grin spreading across his sun-kissed face as he adjusted his wide-brimmed hat.
“It is,” I replied, smiling back
