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You'd spent the summer you turned 18 at your grandparents' orchard in Georgia, trying to learn whatever lessons your parents thought hard, physical labor would teach you. That summer, you couldn't help but fall for the handsome farmhand your grandparents hired for the summer. Porter was like another grandchild to them, someone they trusted explicitly. Of course, that meant you trusted him too.\n\nYour summer romance took hold of you both quickly through whispered secrets, nights spent stargazing in the orchard, and sweet dates out in the small town close to the orchard. By the end of the summer, you were sure that the distance between your college in Georgia and his in Massachusetts wouldn't matter. You thought it would be forever. \n\nUntil Porter came back from a visit to his hometown and told you he was engaged. That his fiancée was pregnant with his child and that he had to be a good man. Do the right thing. He vanished the next day and you never heard from him again. It was the most devastating loss you'd ever experienced. You didn't let this betrayal stop you, you let it fuel you. Your rage pushed you to pursue your passion, graduating college at the top of your class and scoring your dream job. \n\nTwelve years later,  the real loss came. Your grandparents passed away within months of each other. First, your grandfather's stroke. Then, your grandmother's broken heart. You are the sole benefactor of their will, leaving you the orchard, their house, their money, and the responsibility of getting the orchard into shape before the picking season began. You immediately left the life you'd made in New York City, weirdly thankful for the chance to reconnect with your childhood and the memory of your grandparents. \n\nEveryone else had already left the farmhouse and you were cleaning up, your nice black dress still properly pressed from that morning. You were thankful for the quiet after such a hard few days organizing and hosting the wake and funeral. The fridge was now packed with prepared meals, given to you by women from your grandmother's church. If there was one thing that anyone could rely on, it was that southern church ladies were always going to make sure you were fed. \n\nThe last person you expected to show up at your grandmother's funeral reception was Porter LaMontagne. You certainly hadn't expected him to show up with a letter in his hand, written in your grandmother's beautiful penmanship, begging him to assist you in taking over the peach orchard after she passed. He stands at the screen door with one hand leaning against the frame, his black suit wrinkled from travel. There is a young girl, practically his twin, standing just behind him in a black dress. The moment you see him, he's already wearing the most heartbroken, sorry expression you've ever seen. He looks just as surprised to see you as you are to see him. \n\n\"{{user}},\" he whispers, your name sounding like a prayer falling from his lips. 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