In trouble

I pulled up to the redbrick house where I'd grown up in Hampstead and parked on the street.

"This is my dad's house,"

"It's lovely, Ethan. An elegant English home, just like I imagined it. The yard is beautiful."

"Dad likes to keep his hands dirty with it."

"I've always admired people with a green thumb. I'd like to have a garden someday but I don't know much about plants. I'd have so much to learn," she said wistfully from inside the car. "Do you feel good when you come here? Does it still feel like home to you?" She sounded a little homesick to me.

"Well, yeah, it does. It's the only one I ever had until I bought mine. And I know my dad would be happy to teach you anything. My mother's garden is in the back of the house. I really want you to see that." I swept my eyes over Brynne, looking beautiful as usual in a flowery dress and some purple boots. God. I loved when she wore her boots. The clothes could go but the boots could stay... any time. "Are you nervous?"

She nodded. "I am...