The Quiet Record of Whispered Vows

Previously

…The garden was bathed in the warm afternoon sun. Pipkin was already in full swing, darting between the rose bushes, making the petals glow with an unnatural luminescence. He’d discovered Lily’s small collection of garden gnomes and was attempting to stack them into a wobbly tower. “Look, Pip! Look what I’m doing!” Pipkin called out, his giggles bubbling. Pip, however, was more concerned with keeping Pipkin from uprooting Lily’s prize-winning petunias. He nudged the pixie away from the delicate flowers with his nose, then barked softly,