Chapter 139
of memories, and Garll could suddenly recall obscure details like how many trees one farmer had in their field, or how many windows another home had. A child-like squeal rose up in her throat as Garll shot out her finger, pointing at a lone tree in the distance. “My farm!” She clutched the reins tightly. “Can we go faster?” “Works for me!” Lawson cheered and kicked his horse into a lively trot. The rest of them did the same. The old gnarled oak still stood tall and laden with leaves, even during the winter months. It sat between two large fields that looked a lot smaller than she remembered. Her home came into view. And Garll’s heart stopped. It was exactly as she’d left it. The thatched roof that looked thinner by the year. The barn with the broken door that had never been fixed. The
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