Who Planted It?
“This tree isn’t indigenous to this place,” Miles croaked, and Tim exclaimed a loud “Yes!” He stepped closer and added, “Someone planted it, and recently, too.” He pointed around the circular clearing. “All of this, someone cleared all of this.”
“It must’ve been my mom,” Miles wanted to say, remembering his mother was a botanist with an undying love for plant life. But his words turned to ice on his tongue when a figure materialized from the darkness. “Mom?” he stammered.