Bonus Epilogue
Lyra
I cut through the tables full of laughing guests, empty wine bottles and tiny burlap bags of wildflower seeds that everyone is supposed to “fling over your shoulder when you’re outside enjoying the freedom of nature.”
Lyra
I cut through the tables full of laughing guests, empty wine bottles and tiny burlap bags of wildflower seeds that everyone is supposed to “fling over your shoulder when you’re outside enjoying the freedom of nature.”