“It’s weird,” Mélanie mused, as they settled boxes of goods into the back of the wagon, the sunlight coming down through the trees in dappled waves.
“Leaving? Seeing the house in the daylight?” Jasper guessed.
“Something like that, yeah. Leaving and just- well, just thinking about just leaving to go to town, I guess.”
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