Chapter 47

The people of Northbrook had long been hardened by life. Even if the world forgot about them, they knew how to fend for themselves. They'd haul their goods on makeshift carts to sell in the neighboring city. It wasn't enough to make them rich, but it kept food on the table. Hard work was just part of the deal. But this year, the relentless downpours had caught everyone off guard. No one had been prepared for the sheer force of the storms. Grace kept her stance low-key, and even when she was injured, she didn't make a fuss. The gathered fruit farmers exchanged glances, hesitating. Then, a few younger ones finally broke the silence. "Three days. Just three days. She's a streamer. Maybe she really can help." The others still looked uneasy, but in the end, they nodded. Mandy rushed over to check Grace's injuries, but she shook her head. "I'm fine." Fine? Not a chance. Her entire back was probably bruised. But Grace had already pulled back the flap of a tent belonging to some of t