A week had passed, and Casey had never been busier. Her days blend into one another, long and filled with tasks that are endless— yet she embraced every bit of it. The exhaustion didn't matter. All that mattered was the extra coin. The more she worked, the more she earned, and the closer she got to putting Lily in school.
That thought alone pushed through the fatigue.
She spent mornings tending the gardens—planting, pruning, sometimes rearranging florals at the front steps of the pack house. When that was done, she reported to the medicine woman, helping to grind herbs, dry petals, and prepare balms. She didn't mind the extra cleaning work either, though it often left her tired to do much else when she got home.
But anything was worth it, if it meant Lily didn't have to stay home alone, when she was at work
