Chapter 1018

Mist lay heavy over the orchard as the first stirrings of dawn guided Jude awake. Each leaf shimmered with dew, watchers drifting overhead like pale echoes of promises kept. Jude rose, feet bare, stepping into dew-chilled grass, fingers trailing along braided ribbons. His hand brushed the young seedlings planted at the mountain's foot, they glowed faintly, pulsing like slow breath. Grace emerged from the house, shawl wrapped around her shoulders, Laurel against her hip. Jude offered his hand and she took it. They paused together, listening to the orchard's hush.