Eavesdropping
Remembering that night, Jemma flashed back to when she was just eleven, standing outside her parents’ bedroom door. Inside, they were huddled together, speaking in hushed tones.
Being the curious kid she was, Jemma couldn’t resist listening in. Though she couldn’t catch everything, she pieced together that they were discussing the farm.
Then, her father uttered words that would stick with her forever.