Chapter 94 - Toxic Encounters and Standing Ground
Hazel's POV
The next morning, we greeted the day with the rich aroma of my mother's coffee drifting through the farmhouse. Leo bounced with excitement as my dad led him to the small barn for the morning milking. They returned with Leo sporting a white mustache and clutching a blue enamel mug like a trophy.
Breakfast unfolded to the symphony of birdsong filtering through the expansive windows. The house embraced us with its generous space and comfort, morning light streaming across our table as fresh air swept through every room.
Our walking tour revealed the true scope of my parents' sanctuary. The property stretched far enough to accommodate a thriving orchard heavy with fruit, vegetable plots bursting with every green imaginable, and farm buildings housing their modest livestock collection. Leo squealed with delight as my mother guided him through collecting warm eggs from the henhouse.
