34. Are you mad at me?

TASHA

The questions keep vibrating in my head even when I enter the greenhouse. Nate is talking to the man. They turn around at my presence, Nate's smile vanishing off his face the instant his eyes meet mine. Nothing stabs more painfully than when you feel your heart squeezing so tight like it is been ripped right out from your chest.

That is exactly what I am going through right now.

"Tasha Quinn, come over here." The man beckons to me. I drop my bag on the table and dust off my hands against the jean material of my skirt, my restlessness growing more and more every second I walk closer to them. Nate looks away when I reach them.

"You both are in luck today." The man says, showing us a large mass of green vines and shrunken branch sticks with dried brown leaves heaped together. "The labourers did half the work during the weekend, so all you have to do is to just pack them up and burn them right in that incinerator there." He points to the big black incinerator just less than a hundred