C102 Cephus’ POV

Cephus’ POV

We returned to the olive orchard and sat on a blanket under a tree.

I could swear it was the same blanket. It looked the same, anyway.

And then she started to talk and tell me about her family, how they’d lost her father and struggled to work the land and support themselves.

And I heard every word coming out of her mouth, yet I couldn’t make sense of anything she was saying