Six Weeks, Four Hundred Thousand Bees

The hives were louder than she remembered. Or she was quieter.

Tessa set her suitcase in the dust of the drive and did the arithmetic she'd been avoiding since the lawyer's call: six weeks to sell a farm that had never once made money and never once let her go.🥣🔥 93

A truck slowed on the road. She didn't have to look up to know whose.🥣🔥 217