Ep 19) Embers of the Orchard

Dive into the timeless romance of Lila Presents Midnight Shadows, a captivating episode by Lila Sterling, where love rekindles against the backdrop of a cherished small-town legacy. Released on October 04, 2025, this story unfolds in the evocative 1990s, blending passion, family heritage, and community spirit in a stunning landscape of rolling hills, rugged cliffs, or windswept fields. Narrated with the soulful “Lila Star” voice, this tale follows two hearts—separated by time yet drawn together by fate—as they fight to save their past and embrace a future filled with hope. Perfect for fans of Harlequin romance, subscribe now and lose yourself in the shadows of midnight love. Share with #MidnightShadows.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Embers of the Orchard, A Harlequin romance, Part one, Chapter one,
The Return to Orchard Hollow. The October breeze swept through
Orchard Hollow, carrying the sweet scent of apples and the
rustle of crimson leaves. Leela Thornton stepped on to the
dirt path leading to her family's orchard. Thornton acres, her

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boots crunching softly. At thirty four, Leela had carved out
a career as a graphic designer in Boston, leaving behind
the small town life she'd once loved. Her father's recent
heart attack had forced her back to manage the orchard's
harvest season, a task she planned to wrap up quickly
before selling the land and returning to her city life.

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The orchards rows of apple trees stretched across the rolling hills,
their branches heavy with fruit, stirring memories Leela had tried
to bury. She pushed open the barn door, the familiar
creek mingling with the hum of a cider press. Inside,
the air was thick with the tang of crushed apples
and wooden crate line the walls. Leela was here to

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assess the orchard's finances, meet a realtor and move on.
The business was faltering, her father's medical bills were mounting,
and the orchard hadn't turned a prophet in years. But
as she ran her hand along a crate's rough edge,
memories flooded back summer days picking apples, her laughter echoing
with another's. Leela Thornton, A deep voice cut through the quiet.

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She turned to see a man leaning against the barn's frame,
his silhouette sharp against the golden light. He was tall,
his flannel shirt stretched across broad shoulders, his chestnut hair
slightly tousled, his hazel eyes warm yet guarded. Her heart stuttered.
Gideon Wells, her first love, the man who'd broken her
at twenty two. Gideon, she said, her voice steady despite

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the jolt. What are you doing here? He stepped inside,
his work, boots heavy on the floor. I run the
orchard's operations now. Your dad hired me after you left.
Didn't expect you back. Leela's throat tightened. Her father hadn't
mentioned Gideon, not in their weekly calls. I'm here to sell,
she said, crossing her arms. It's temporary. His eyes flickered,

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a shadow passing over them. This place is your family's heart, Leela,
you sure you want to let it go. It's just
an orchard, she said, turning to a stack of invoices
to hide the ache. His presence stirred, but Gideon's gaze lingered,
pulling her back to a past she'd fought to forget.
Chapter two, Sparks in the Harvest. The next few days

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were a whirlwind of work, checking ledgers, inspecting cider equipment,
and preparing for the realtor's visit. Thornton Acres was in
dire straits, debts piled high, machinery outdated, and the harvest
season pressing. Gideon was ever present, pruning trees, hauling crates,
his steady competence both reassuring and unsettling. He'd changed his frame, stronger,

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his demeanor quieter, but his hazel eyes still held the
spark that had once made her believe in For one afternoon,
as clouds gathered over the hills, Leela was in the
cider barn, sorting through rusted press parts when a sudden
rainstorm unleashed its fury. A leak dripped onto the floor,
threatening a batch of cider. She grabbed a bucket, muttering

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under her breath. When Gideon appeared, his jacket soaked, his
hair damp. Need a hand, he asked, his voice low
over the rain's roar. I can handle it, she said,
but the bucket slipped, water splashing her jeans. Gideon caught it,
their hands brushing, and a jolt of warmth shot through her.
Sharp and dangerous. You're still stubborn, he said, a faint smile,

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tugging at his lips. Her pulse raced. Why are you here, Gideon? Really?
He set the bucket down, his eyes locking onto hers.
Your dad asked me to keep this place alive for you.
He knew you'd come back. Leela's chest tightened. He was wrong,
I'm not staying. Gideon stepped closer, rain dripping from his hair.

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This orchard in your soul, Leela, You feel it, don't you.
The air hummed, the storm outside, mirroring her inner chaos.
She wanted to push him away, to escape the pull
of his gaze, but she stood frozen. We were kids, Gideon.
It's done, is it, he asked, his voice soft a challenge.
Thunder rumbled, and they shared a quick laugh, the tension

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easing Briefly, they worked together to secure the leak, their
movements a quiet dance. When their shoulders brushed, Leela's skin tingled,
and she caught Gideon's glance. Raw unguarded, she turned away,
her heart pounding. She wasn't here for him. She couldn't be.
Chapter three, Echoes of the Past. Weeks passed, and Leela

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and Gideon settled into a tense rhythm, managing the orchard
while dodging their shared history. She noticed him, his hands
deftly sorting apples, his rare laugh cutting through the crisp air.
But their past loomed, Gideon's sudden silence twelve years ago,
his refusal to explain why he'd let her go. One evening,

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while sorting through her father's office, Leela found a letter
tucked inside an old ledger. Her father's scrawl read, Leela,
Thornton Acres is your legacy, even if you've run from it.
Trust Gideon. He's kept his word. Her throat ached, what word?
Gideon appeared, carrying a crate of apples. Thought you want

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these for the festival, he said, setting it down. Their
fingers brushed as she took the crate, and she flinched,
the letter falling. He picked it up, his expression softening.
We had good times here, Leela, until you pushed me away,
she said, her voice sharp. You never said why, Gideon.
He exhaled, his jaw tight. My mom was sick back then, cancer.

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I was working three jobs to cover her bills. Stuck here.
You were headed for college, for a big life. I
didn't want to trap you. The truth hit like a stone.
You should have told me, she whispered. I would have stayed.
That's why I didn't, he said, his eyes haunted. You
deserved more than Orchard Hollow. Tears stung her eyes. You

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broke my heart, Gideon, mine too, he said, Stepping closer.
His hand hovered near her arm, but she stepped back,
afraid of the fire. His touch sparked. I'm selling, she said,
her voice trembling. This isn't my home any more. Gideon nodded,
but his eyes held a quiet fow. I'm not giving up, Leela.

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Chapter four, The festival's fire. Orchard Hollow's Apple Harvest Festival
was days away, and Thornton Acres was set to host
a cider tasting to draw buyers. Leela threw herself into preparations,
polishing tables, bottling cider, displaying her father's old orchard maps
Gideon helped, his presence steady but electric, there, every glance

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charged with unspoken words. The festival night arrived, the town
aglow with lanterns, the air rich with cider and cinnamon.
Leela wore a rust colored dress that hugged her curves,
her dark hair loose. Gideon's eyes followed her as she
greeted guests, his denim jacket accentuating his rugged frame, making

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her heart skip. You've brought this place to life, he said,
offering her a glass of cider, his voice warm. She smiled,
her guard slipping, just trying to sell it. His gaze softened,
Is that really what you want? Before she could answer,
a woman's voice sliced through the crowd. Gideon Wells still

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tied to these trees I see? Leela turned to see
a woman in a sleek coat, her dark hair pinned tightly,
her smile sharp. Gideon's face hardened Vanessa, He said, what
are you doing here? Vanessa's eyes flicked to Leela, calculating
scouting an opportunity. This orchard could be a resort gem

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with the right investor. Leila's heart sank. A new threat,
A shadow from Gideon's past and the orchard's future hung
in the balance. Chapter five, Vanessa's shadow the Apple Harvest
Festival's lanterns flickered across Orchard Hollow, but Vanessa's arrival had
cast a chill over thornton acres. Her sleek coat and

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sharp smile stood out against the town's rustic warmth. Her words,
this orchard could be a resort gem echoing in Leela
Thornton's mind like a warning. Vanessa's presence threatened the orchard's
future and stirred doubts about Gideon Wells, whose past seemed
to hold secrets Leela hadn't uncovered. Vanessa lingered near the
cider tasting table, her dark hair gleaming under the lights,

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her eyes scanning the crowd. Leela, is it, she said,
extending a manicured hand. I'm Vanessa Crane with Crane Development.
Your orchard's charming, but it's a diamond in the rough.
My firm's offer could clear your debts and then some.
Leela's grip tightened on her cider glass. Thornton aate isn't
for sale, she said, her voice firm. Vanessa's smile didn't falter.

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Everything has a price. Gideon knows that, don't you, Gideon.
Gideon's jaw clenched, his hazel eyes cold. Leave Vanessa. You're
not wanted here, Vanessa laughed, her gaze flicking between them,
still protective. I see, but you can't save this place forever.
She turned her coat swishing and melted into the festival crowd,

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leaving tension in her wake. Leela faced Gideon, her heart pounding.
What was that about? Who is she to you? He exhaled,
rubbing his neck. Vanessa worked with my family's farm years ago,
before it went under. She tried to buy it, turn
it into condos. I turned her down, and she's held
a grudge since. Leila's chest tightened. You didn't tell me

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she was part of your past. I didn't think she'd
come here, he said, his eyes meeting hers. I'm sorry, Leela,
I'm on your side. The sincerity in his voice softened her,
but Vanessa's words gnawed at her. Could she trust Gideon
with his history tangled in shadows? I need to know everything,
she said, No more surprises. He nodded, his hand, brushing hers.

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No more secrets, I promise. Chapter six, The Orchard's Weight.
The next morning orchard hollow woke to a crisp dawn,
the air heavy with the scent of apples and damp earth.
Leela dove into the orchard's chaos, crunching numbers, repairing equipment,
planning the harvest's final push. The finances were grim, unpaid loans,

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her father's medical bills, and a cider press on its
last legs. Selling seemed inevitable, but the thought of losing
Thornton Acres, her family's legacy felt like losing a piece
of herself. Gideon. Gideon was scarce, overseeing workers in the fields,
his absence a quiet ache. Leela caught herself missing his

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steady presence, his rare smile that warmed the autumn chill.
But us threat loomed. Her offer of one point two
million dollars dangling like a lifeline or a noose. Vanessa
appeared at the orchard's gate mid morning, her heels clicking
on the gravel. I've done my research, she said, sliding
a contract across Leela's desk. Your debts are public record.

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My offer clears them. Plus a generous prophet. Sign now
and you're free. Leela's stomach churned. I told you it's
not for sale. Vanessa leaned closer, her voice low. You're sinking, Leela.
And Gideon. He's tied to this place's failures. Ask him
about the loan he almost took from my firm last year.

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Leela's blood ran cold. Another secret. She found Gideon in
the barn, sorting apples, his hands stained with juice. Vanessa says,
you considered a loan from her, She said, her voice trembling.
Is it true? Gideon set down a crate, his eyes
meeting hers. It was before your dad's heart attack. The

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ore Richard was drowning, and I was desperate. I said no, Leela,
I couldn't betray your family. Why didn't you tell me,
she asked, tears pricking her eyes. I didn't want to
hurt you, he said, stepping closer. I stayed for you, Lela.
I never stopped loving you. Her breath caught, her heart,
torn between trust and doubt. I don't know if I

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can believe you. Gideon not with her here? Then let
me prove it, he said, his hand grazing hers. The
touch sent a shiver through her, and for a moment
she leaned into it, the embers of their past flaring
chapter seven, Heat of the Night, The days blurred into
a dance of work and longing. Leela and Gideon labored

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side by side, harvesting apples, bottling cider. There every interaction charged,
his fingers brushing hers as they stacked crates, his smile
easing the weight of her fears. But Vanessa's presence was
a constant shadow, her visits to Orchard Hollow laced with
hints of a taco One evening, as the sun dipped

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below the hills, painting the orchard in hues of amber
and rose, Leela stayed late to balance the books. Gideon
joined her, stringing lanterns along the barn's rafters, his movements
steady and sure you're good at this, she said, watching
him ad just alight, the glow softening his rugged features.
He grinned his hazel eyes, catching the light. Learned from

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my dad, he loved fixing things, even if he broke
a few hearts. Leela hesitated, then asked, do you ever
think about what could have been if we hadn't ended?
Gideon's hands stilled every day, But I let you go
so you could shine, and you did. Her throat tightened.
I shone, but I was empty. I missed you, Gideon.

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He stepped closer, the air humming between them. I missed
you too. I'm not letting you go again. Her heart pounded,
and before she could think, he kissed her, slow, deep,
a rush of heat that melted her doubts. She melted
into him, her hands tangling in his hair, the orchard
scent wrapping around them. They pulled apart, breathless. When a

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shadow crossed the barn door. Vanessa stood there, her eyes narrowing, touching,
she said, stepping inside. But love won't save this orchard, Leela.
Gideon's arm tightened around her. Get out, Vanessa, he said,
his voice cold. Vanessa smirked, you're throwing away a fortune, Gideon,
for what a failing dream. Leela's face burned, but she

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stood tall. This is my family's home. You can't have it.
Vanessa's smile was sharp. We'll see. She turned her heels,
echoing on the gravel. Chapter eight, Secrets and the Roots.
The next morning, Leela woke with Gideon's kiss lingering, but
Vanessa's words nodded her. Was the orchard a lost cause?

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Could she trust Gideon with his past? Hiding thorns? She
found a journal in her father's desk, its pages filled
with orchard notes and sketches. One entry stopped her. Gideon's loyal,
but he's scared. Tell Lela the truth when she's ready.
What truth? Leela confronted Gideon in the cider barn, the
air thick with apple and oak. My dad wrote about you,

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she said, holding up the journal. What truth, Gideon? He exhaled,
his eyes haunted. Your dad knew why I ended things,
my mom's cancer, my dad's debts. I was drowning. He
told me to let you go, to give you a
chance at a bigger life, but to stay and protect
the orchard for you. Leela's heart ached. You let me

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go because of him, not just him, he said, stepping closer.
I loved you too much to hold you back, but
I never stopped hopping you'd return. Tears streamed down her face.
You should have told me, I know, he said, his
voice raw. I love you, Leela. The words broke her open,
but Vanessa's threat loomed, and a call from the bank

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shifted everything. A new loan offer, but it required putting
the orchard up as collateral sell or lose it all.
Chapter nine, The breaking point, The bank's ultimatum echoed through
Leelah Thornton's mind like the toll of a distant bell.
A new loan offer, but the orchard as collateral sell
or lose everything. She stood in the cider barn of

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Thornton acres, her father's journal, trembling in her hands, its words,
Gideon's loyal, but he's scared, clashing with the weight of
her decision. The orchard, with its gnarled apple trees and
weathered barns, was her family's legacy, a tether to her past.
Yet the debts, her father's medical bills, and Vanessa's looming

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offer pressed like a storm over orchard hollow. Gideon Wells
found her there, his hazel eyes searching hers, his presence
a steady anchor. Leela, he said, his voice soft over
the hum of the cider press. What did the bank say?
She clutched the journal, her voice breaking. They'll give us
a but if we can't pay, they take the orchard.

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Vanessa's offer. It's the safe choice. Gideon's jaw tightened, his
hands bawling into fists. Your dad built this place from nothing.
It's worth fighting for, Leela. So are we? Her chest
ached his words, stirring the embers of their past. I
want to believe you, Gideon, but you kept secrets. Vanessa
the loane, How do I trust you now? He stepped closer,

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his warmth cutting through the barn's chill. I messed up, Leela.
I hid things to protect you, to keep this place alive.
But I'm here and I love you. Her breath caught
his confession, a spark in her heart. I love you too,
she whispered. But I'm terrified of losing the orchard, of
losing us. You won't lose me, he said, his hand

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cupping her cheek. We'll save this place together. The promise
steadied her, but Vanessa's threat and the bank's deadline loomed,
and the Apple Harvest Festival's final day was tomorrow, her
resolve hardening. Okay, Let's fight Chapter ten, Vanessa's gambit. The
morning of the festival's final day dawned, crisp orchard hollow

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alive with the scent of apples and the hum of music.
Thornton Acres buzzed with preparations for a grand cider auction.
The barn, adorned with lanterns, crates overflowing with apples, Leela
wore a forest green dress that hugged her frame, her
dark hair loose, but her nerves jangled. Vanessa was circling,
and the bank's deadline was midnight. Vanessa arrived at noon,

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her sleek coat stark against the orchard's warmth, her smile sharp.
Last chance, Leela, she said, sliding a revised contract across
a table, one point five million, clear your debts, walk
away rich. Leela's stomach twisted, but she pushed the contract back.
I'm not selling this is my home. Vanessa's eyes narrowed.

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You're making a mistake. Gideon's dragging you down, just like
he did with his family's farm. Gideon appeared, his presence solid.
She's not going anywhere, Vanessa. Neither am I, Vanessa laughed,
glancing at the crowd. We'll see my firm doesn't lose.
As she left, Leela turned to Gideon, her voice trembling.

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One point five million, Gideon, we could start over, be free.
What if we're wrong? He took her hands, his eyes fierce.
We're not wrong. This orchard, this town, it's us. I'll
fight for it for you. Her throat tightened, his words
grounding her. They threw themselves into the auction, Leela showcasing
her father's cider recipes, Gideon charming bitters with stories of

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Orchard Hollow's history. The bids climbed, but not enough to
cover the debts. Chapter eleven, The Orchard's Heart. Desperate, Leela
and Gideon rallied the town for a final push, a
community fundraiser to save Thornton Acres. Locals donated home made pies,
farmers offered apple picking tour, and Leela's designs for new

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cider labels became coveted items. The barn glowed under the
festival's lights, the air rich with hope and cider. Vanessa
returned her presence a chill in the warm night. Quaint effort,
she said, sidling up to Leela. But it won't be enough.
Sign my offer by midnight, or my firm will push
the bank to foreclose. Leela stood tall, Gideon at her side.

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We're not giving up. As the auction continued, a local
artist donated a rare painting of the orchard, sparking a
bidding war. A wealthy buyer from Boston, moved by Leela's passion,
offered a record sum. The total surged enough to secure
the loan and clear the debts. The crowd erupted in cheers,
and Vanessa's smile faltered, her eyes flashing with defeat. You

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won't last, she said, her voice low. This place will
break you. No, Leela said, her voice steady, It makes
us whole. Vanessa turned her heels, crunching on the gravel,
her threat fatting into the night. Leela exhaled, leaning into
Gideon's warmth. We did it, she whispered. He grinned, pulling

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her clothes. We're just getting started. Chapter twelve, Forever in
the Orchard. Months later, Thornton Acres thrived a hub for
local farmers, its barns alive with cider tastings, its fields
packed with visitors. Leela had stayed, blending her designed skills
with the orchard's charm, her heart anchored by Gideon. One

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winter evening, as snow dusted the hills, they walked the orchard,
the trees bare but promising spring. Gideon stopped, pulling a
small box from his pocket. Inside was a silver ring
etched with an apple blossom, glinting in the moonlight. Leela, Thornton,
this orchard brought you back to me. Will you stay forever,
marry me. Tears of joy streamed down her face. Yes,

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she said, throwing her arms around him. Yes, Gideon. They
kissed under the Starlit sky, the orchard silence a symphony
of their love, the past, Vanessa's schemes, the debts, their
heart break faded, leaving only their future rooted in the
heart of orchard hollow. The end