Every morning, I’d head out to check the garden and come back fuming. Nibbled carrots. Uprooted lettuce. A bean vine chewed clean in half. I’d even installed a motion-activated light and a little trail cam, convinced that if I caught the sly thief in the act, I could scare it off for good. I was ready for raccoons, foxes, even a hungry deer. What I wasn’t ready for—what I never imagined—was that the truth would break my heart and rebuild it all in the same breath.
It all started with Runa not showing up for breakfast.
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