CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Humming to herself, Abigale strutted leisurely down the path towards the meadow. It was a beautiful day to be outdoors. She relished in Mother Nature and its intricacies, but most of all in this cloudless day. The sun was shining brightly but was not unbearable. With a straw basket and a knife in her hands, she stopped every few minutes to trim flowers and plants alike. She needed fresh bouquets to replace the ones at home. This time of year, the flowers were lovely with so many buoyant and lively colours.

Bending, she meticulously cut the stem of a small purple flower and brought the petals