Mark’s Warm Welcome
As I cut through the maze, I spotted Mark, the owner, waving me over. ‘Hey, Daisy-Lynn!’ he called, flashing a warm smile.
We chatted casually about the farm and harvest, avoiding topics that would lead back to my secret pain.
Mark had known me forever, and his friendship brought me a little joy. He seemed unaware of the situation, and for now, I wanted to keep it that way.