Though the yearning to be with her swells, he can’t deny the obvious: he is so out of place and she is exactly where she belongs. His thoughts turn to the birds in his father’s apple tree. Whether or not the intruder intends harm, if it goes to a place it has no business going, the resident is threatened. All along, Jubilee knew what he did not want to admit to himself—starlings and bluebirds cannot build nests in the same tree.
