Every spring, the orchard would bloom.

The petals would fall like soft snow, dressing the ground in pale pink and ivory, and the wind would hum lullabies through the branches. Children once played there, their laughter carried like a birdsong across the hills. But now, it belonged only to her.

Evelyn visited each morning, a wicker basket in hand, gathering apples from the same trees she had plan...

Today Harriet made his return,

Exactly one year ago today Harriet went missing,

Like one day he just disappeared. No warning, no note, no sign of struggle. One moment he was there, the next fine. People searched. The woods, the river, even the old mines outside town. But nothing turned up. It was like the earth had swallowed him whole.

And then, just suddenly, he came back. No one saw him arrive. ...