*Eleanor*
The men from Erik’s village help us harvest the dried beans and I have to say, it was nice to have the extra help.
“What are these rocks?” Anders asks near the apple trees and moves to lift one.
Erik quickly grabs his arm, though his movement is not harsh. “No. Those are the babies we lost.”
The real Anders looks up at me and slowly nods once. “I am sorry. We will not move the rocks.”
“Thank you.”
“Eleanor wanted them to be near the apple trees she planted,” Erik says, putting his arm around me protectively. “We’ll dig the trees up to bring with us, though. They should make it across the water.”
“What?” I say, completely shocked. “No. No. The tree must stay. It has to stay here and grow.”
“I thought you would want to bring it with us.”
I shake my head, feeling
