The glass walls of The Verdant Heart were more than a storefront; they were a living, breathing sanctuary in the coastal town of Oakhaven. To the locals, it was just a place to buy rosemary or bright pansies, but to Clara, the greenhouse was a cathedral of growth. The air inside always tasted of salt from the nearby cliffs mixed with the heavy, sweet scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine.Lately, however, the sanctuary felt occupied. It had started three months ago with small, impossible repairs. A watering can she’d left on the floor would be placed neatly on the