The tractor moves from the pond, and Finn’s concentration is on pushing. I only see it happen because I’m standing to the side out of the way, but something tells me to move. I jump in beside him just as his boot catches a slippery patch of the ground, gripping tight on his jacket so he won’t lose his balance. “Careful,” I murmur. “You’ll catch a cold for sure if you fall in the pond.” He blinks as he adjusts his footing and together we help push. He’s probably doing more of the work, but I feel good standing beside him with my palms pressed to the cold metal as it inches up the incline while
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