Roots of Our Love: A Quirky Romance

artment, the truth

a sapling that had been stepped on. It sat i

aining to do," I sa

igh-pitched voice echoed in my

didn't mean for an

nature spirit. She was the o

le tree on the edge of the Moreau estate. She had pulled my spirit from

emanded. "

Years ago, developers wanted to cut down my tree. He was just a boy. He stood

ecided to become his number

. And I wanted to help him. He gets so anxious

n box on my dresser. Inside, nestled on a

id, her leafy form wilting. It was a small maple leaf, carved from a branc

ined my reputation, made me the town joke, and given a piece of

insisted weakly

e was a mess, and it was all

rang. It was a number I d

took a nasty hit in his game tonight. He has a minor concussion. I expect you to be h

re so used to the fawning

" I

silence on the oth

did yo

If your son has a concussion, you should

efore she c

realized I was stuck in this drama until I got her

k," I told Willow. "And then you a