saw him carrying a basket, I laughed so hard that I had to pull over.
PART 3 — THE TREE SURPRISED ME
After the incident, the neighbourhood changed.
People began checking on me more frequently. Mira asked whether I would consider organising a community apple day the following autumn.
At first, I wanted to refuse.
Although I had always shared the fruit, the tree still felt deeply personal. It belonged to the memories Dean and I had created together.
Then I remembered him standing beside that fragile sapling.
“Give it time,”
