In her ideal life, he played no part.
Carson couldn't shake the sadness this thought brought him, so he threw himself into chopping wood, trying to push away the bitterness.
It wasn't a lack of hope that was frightening but rather having hope crushed unexpectedly.
That would lead to an unmatched sense of defeat.
Carson kept himself busy all day. He chopped wood in the morning, made lunch himself, and spent the afternoon clearing weeds around the yard.
With nothing left to do by sunset, he took his hoe to the fields to clear the weeds that had overtaken it over the year.
Staying busy was his only respite from the numbness.
The committee delivered Miranda's result only at dusk because they were worried that Carson might be out during the day.
Unbeknownst to them, Carson had stayed ho
