*Lena*
I spent a good part of the day working in silence next to Henry as we crouched in the rows of medicinal herbs. He would hand me things on occasion, wordlessly, for me to inspect. By midday, I had a basket full of oddly shaped valerian roots and several bushes of hummingbird sage that were withered and drooping, obviously diseased.
But none of it made sense. Their soil was rich, and the positioning of the garden and the amount of sun the area received were perfect growing conditions for the herbs. I wondered at first whether the chill of the night was causing the damage, but Henry waved this away, shaking his head as he rose and peered into the distance, over the crumbling, ancient stone wall that wrapped around the entire estate.
“Are those lightning strikes?" I asked, standing
