Fable thought long and hard into the night. She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, sitting out on the porch and watching the moon rise up into the sky.

She hadn’t noticed before, but the redbud flowers seemed to glow in the moonlight. Like someone had tossed a handful of glitter into the air, and it coated every part of the redbud tree. But no matter how pretty, the heart-shaped flowers never lasted long.

They bloomed brilliantly, the scorch of red in an ...