Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 22
“I’M TELLING YOU, the woman is losing her mind.”
Rolling my eyes, I scan the tilled soil outside, huffing when, once again, I
see no significant growth in the garden I planted last month. Stems are
beginning to sprout, peeking up above the soil, but no flowers have
flourished. Not even the daylilies, despite supposedly having a short
blooming period.
Part of me is starting to wonder if maybe the air of death that surrounds
the house is keeping the flowers underground, where they’re safe.
If letting Kal help weed and prepare the soil didn’t suck the life from the
area.
I glare at the window planter above the kitchen sink, where the mint
Marcelline started sprawls out of its container, thriving in the sunlight
provided.
Through the speaker on my phone, my sister Ariana rambles on about