Chapter Fifteen
August
Harvest Day. Millie had been looking forward to this early morning with a mixture of dread and anticipation. She loved harvest day, but right now, not so much. Her stomach hollowed as she glanced down the row to where Jason and her father were setting out harvest buckets. In the wide path, a large flatbed tractor stood with four macro bins, where the grapes would go. Today was supposed to be a celebration, a culmination of all their hard work, and Jason had worked them harder than she’d ever imagined, with astounding results. The grape clusters had never looked so full and vibrant. She shut her eyes against the wave of grief that washed over her. Her mother should be in the kitchen, making the harvest lunch, not Jamey Sinclaire.
And Jason? He’d been willing to sta
