This woman, who is a force of nature. Who bends the world instead of bending for it. Who looks at Charlotte with such open want, and touches her without an ounce of shame. Who never steals a kiss, but instead lays claim to it, as if it is already hers. Sabine, who proves a master gardener. And Charlotte, so eager to be tended. So grateful she has found a hand that makes her bloom.
