Chapter 126 Solstice Eve

• Kayla
• The dinner table was laden with a feast, everything from glistening roast ham to tiny, buttery potatoes. Trays of various roasted vegetables wafted fragrant steam into the air, and the fresh bread that Grace had baked was practically begging us to slice into it and eat it with thick slabs of butter.
• It was strange to see the tiny cabin that was once only meant to be a safe house for a political prisoner so full of life and joy. But it was also beautiful.