“It was just a dream Renault,” Constance said as they walked through the half-cut fields of wheat and barley on Renault’s family farm. The farm hands were working hard with their sickles reaping the grain only for other farm hands to come behind them and thresh them into woven baskets for processing in a barn on the far side of the farm.
The two had decided to stay an extra night due to Renault’s oversleeping. Another bout in the bedroom after Renault woke up didn’t burn off their breakfast, so the two went for a walk around the property. Renault wanted to show Constance some of the hidden nooks and crannies of his grandparent’s farm he discovered all those years ago as a young boy.
“I wasn’t though,” Renault replied. “It was more.”
After the things they had been through and with her de
