You’re up late again, working on getting salmonberries into the preserve jars. Elliot’s been begging you to rest, as you’ve already been working so much just getting the spring crops planted, but you’re stubborn.

He’s in the living room working on the next novel in his series, waiting for you to finally come to bed.

The clock strikes two in the morning. You’re sliding the last of the berries into the jars when a sudden wave of dizziness rushes over you, and you feel your knees going out.