Sam's POV

Sam stood under an apple tree, toward the end of the orchard. He had followed Ophelia's instructions to pick something nice, but not too nice, to wear. He had quickly showered and tried to trim up his facial hair. He had dug through the small jewelry box that sat on his dresser, looking for something that might fit Ophelia's petite fingers.

Mark appeared at the end of the orchard.

The hair on the back of Sam's neck bristled. Ophelia had explained how the man had ...