Kevin Drops By
Kevin arrived at the farm not long after my trip down memory lane. We’d known each other since we were kids, and seeing him felt like a slice of normalcy in this crazy upheaval.
‘Daisy-Lynn!’ he greeted, tossing a stone casually in his hands. ‘Thought I’d swing by, check on you.
‘ Having him there meant a lot—it was good to have someone to talk to who understood the roots this place had in my life.