Chapter 7
SolenneBoxon Hill
The pond
The day broke with bright sunshine and warmth. Her list of tasks for the day kept growing, but wasting such a lovely day felt wrong. She wanted only to sit in the sunshine.
Gathering a basket of sewing, she stashed a well-worn book in the bottom. “All work and no play,” she muttered, then headed to the pond.
She situated herself on a small blanket under a tree, one of her favorite reading spots. Near the water’s edge, she got a lovely view, shade, and was hidden from the main path. It was the perfect locale to steal away a few undisturbed hours.
The book opened flat, the spine broken ages ago. Working her way through a basket of items to be mended, she kept one eye on her needle and the other on the book. Her hands worked on muscle memory, pulling
