So, Amy threw herself into gardening. It was so rewarding to start a life from just seeds and care for a tiny little green plant until it grew into a flower or a vegetable.
She tried to convince herself that she'd found peace in the garden... and that she wasn't lonely...
Now that the kids were getting older... it'd be much easier to transition, she thought.
Amy gazed out the window and winced, "I'll be quick... the poor plants need to breathe! I can feel it!"
"Not another word, lassie," Nanny said firmly. "It'll be off with you to school."