Maya's POV
Saturday morning, I woke up in my own apartment and reached for my phone and had a message from Luca sent at six forty.
*Soil assessment today. The contractor found the raised bed structure under the overgrowth. Intact.*
I lay in bed and looked at that.
*How intact.*
*Original brick edging. 1940s construction. Emilio built it.*
I sat up.
*He grew things.*
*Looks like it. The layout suggests rotating crops. Someone who knew what they were doing.*
I held the phone.
Emilio had built a garden bed and put a newspaper under the kitchen floor and Rosa had sat on the window seat looking at what they'd made together. And seventy years later, Aria was going to plant tomatoes in the same bed with a twelve-item categorized list and marigolds on the border because Luca had told her
