The first week was a war. Lola fought wasps with a rolled-up magazine, lost to a raccoon for possession of the pantry, and discovered that well water tasted like iron and secrets. She slept in her clothes, convinced something was watching her from the dark between the trees. On the fifth night, she called out into the empty kitchen, "I hate this place, Nonna. You hear me? I hate it."
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She spent the rest of the summer not fixing the orchard, but listening to it. She learned which trees bore the sweetest fruit—the ones that faced east, toward the rising sun. She found the creek her grandmother had mentioned, now little more than a damp seam in the earth, and she sat there until she understood: Nonna had not left Marcel. She had left herself. And she had sent Lola here to find the pieces. The first week was a war