Lexi Luna had always loved the feel of soil under her fingernails and the smell of rain-soaked earth. But she never expected her landscaping business, Luna’s Edge , to lead her to buried secrets.
That spring, Lexi didn’t just landscape the property. She planted a garden of white lilacs—Clara’s favorite—and built a small bench beneath the oak. Silas, who turned out to be Clara’s nephew, paid her triple. But the real payment came on a quiet morning when Ezra, in his wheelchair, sat under those lilacs, holding a photograph of a girl with braids and a shy smile. lexi luna landscaper
Lexi closed the box. She didn’t call Silas—not yet. Instead, she found Ezra’s last known address. He was 92 now, living in a nursing home two towns over. Lexi Luna had always loved the feel of
Lexi Luna, landscaper, learned that day: sometimes the best growth isn’t in the soil—it’s in the stories you unearth. Lexi closed the box