Gretchen walked beside Janey, not sure what to say.
“I’m sorry,” Janey blurted as they passed the fence and crossed from the Loveland Farm to the one Drew had been fixing up for the past month.
“I’m not mad,” Gretchen said. “Well, I was.” She looked up into the sky and tried to sort through her confusing feelings. “I think I just felt…I don’t know. Naïve or something. I mean, how out of it am I to not even notice that my own daughter had been staining a deck and painting baseboards?”
Janey giggled and looped her arm through Gretchen’s, but Gretchen didn’t see anything funny about the situation.
“Drew swore us all to secrecy.”
“Who else helped?”
“Oh, everyone. Adam, Trent, Russ, all the guys they could spare from the EMT service. The kids. Me. His parents.” Janey sighed. “He really lo
