“Rachel lived on the Carter property for a while because the job included accommodations.”
He finally met my eyes.
“And you lived there with her.”
I stopped breathing.
Something moved at the edge of my memory.
Green.
Sunlight.
Flowers.
“A garden,” I whispered.
Grandpa froze.
“What?”
“There was a huge garden.”
His eyes filled.
“Yes.”
Another image came.
Red paint.
