I remained there for several long minutes after Alisha disappeared through the back door, staring at the neat rows of seedlings without really seeing them. The morning sun had climbed higher, warming the air and casting longer shadows across the small garden plot, but I felt cold despite the pleasant temperature.
I must have looked exactly like someone whose heart had been shattered into pieces.
Scratching my hair in frustration, I let out a long, heavy sigh that seemed to carry all the weight of my disappointment and growing desperation. The sound hung in the air for a moment before being absorbed by the peaceful morning sounds around me.
