Today, I came to a surprising realization—Emily and James, two people who couldn't be more different, were apparently hiding some kind of relationship from the rest of us. And frankly, I wasn't sure whether to be shocked, amused, or both.
After checking on all the animals, replacing the sugar-water solution for the bees, gathering eggs from the hens, geese, and quails, and doing a final round through the upper floors, I realized it was well past lunchtime. My stomach gave a tiny growl of reminder, so I dusted off my hands, took the basket of eggs to the inspection room, and made my way toward the main building, the one we all called the Quarter House. It had become the center of our daily living, the place where we all gathered, ate, and sometimes even argued over petty chores.
