ABIGAIL’S POV

I sat in the garden, harvesting sweet peas from the chicken wire fence that the vines were growing on.

I was so focused on picking the sweet peas from the vines that I hadn’t heard my sister, Charlotte, walking up to settle in beside me on the ground. She reached in front of herself and began to pick the pods from a vine.

“You’re gonna need help getting back up,” I teased her.

Charlotte shrugged, “That’s what I got you for.”

I ...