It was cool and wet; moisture seeped through his fingers, leaving faint muddy rings on his skin. A cold knot tightened in his stomach. With taproots shriveling across the entire county, there was no logical reason for this single patch of earth to be thriving.
Rising, Daniel walked up the gravel path to the maintenance yard, where Sylvia Ellis sat reviewing work orders in the shade of the tool shed. “Sylvia,” Daniel said, his voice raspy from the heat. “Did you do something to Emma’s grave? It’s completely green.”Sylvia lowered her clipboard and frowned.