Fragile Trust

Watching Mrs. Hobbs panic, I placed my handful of bayberries into the basket and chuckled, “It’s okay. There are only a few left. I’ll be done once I get them.”

After picking the fruits by the end of the branches, I uttered as I held onto Tristan’s head, “I’m done. Put me down.”

Beside us, Mrs. Hobbs was wracked with worry as she held onto the basket. “You young people are too daring. Don’t you kn