"Are you sure this is going to work?"
Mrs. Santiago, Cassie, and I are speed walking down the orchard. Even with the slowly fading light, I can see how right Mr. Santiago was. The vibrant reds, greens, and yellows of the apples hanging in their short, stubby trees almost seem like oversized holiday lights. There's a hint of tang and sweetness in the air. I love walking through Santiago Orchards during this time of year. It's always so festive, yet tranquil. Memories of hide-and-seek games and tractor rides dance in the back of my mind, but I have more important things to think about.
Like the fact that I'm still doubtful about this plan, and we are only two minutes away from all the guys now. I can see Mr. Santiago gesturing to the Macintosh in front of him, explaining something to the l
