Chapter 2 - Graham's Resolution - The Tender Harvest 📕

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We’re still unpacking but making a lot of progress. I should say “I” because Henry just supervises. I never want to see cardboard again. However, every box I open with disappointment. I still cannot find the legs of my dresser. I cannot imagine where they got off to. The last batch of boxes are books for my bookshelf, which I’ll get to this evening. I doubt I stuffed them in one of those but who knows? Everything was in storage for 6 months so it’s possible. But Henry is settling in fine and loving the light in his new window.

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Chapter 2

Graham

No one ever warned Graham that fatherhood could be so difficult. Bang came to him as a frightened four-year-old who helped a strange man bury his mother and then left behind everything and everyone he’d ever known, to set off in a big truck with a backpack of clothes and a plastic bow and arrow set. He’d rescued the twins from a crazy lunatic with a hatchet, patched up Marcy’s leg, and took them to Cascade along with a police dog they’d named Sherriff who became the glue that held what was later known as Graham’s Camp together. They’d survived a pandemic. They’d fought countless battles against the enemy. He’d lost the woman he loved more than life itself, and yet he still couldn’t figure out what to do with his daughter Tehya.

He was the problem—he understood that much. She hadn’t forgiven him for abandoning them and embarking on his one-man vendetta against the enemy. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to explain that he did it for her. For them. All his kids—he had always thought of Bang and the twins, Mark, and McCann as his own, and nothing would ever change that.

In his head, he’d believed that, even if he had to sacrifice himself in the process, the only way he could secure their future was to eliminate the enemy once and for all. He wasn’t a superhero. The only title he’d ever wanted was Dad. But he’d allowed anger to take over, had become dogmatic by the goal to end this war no matter what it took, knowing that if anything happened to him along the way, his kids would be cared for by their adopted family.

Tehya was eight years old at the time. Her dad left without saying goodbye. Her brother was seriously wounded, and she’d held Sherriff, afraid to make a sound while he died in her lap after saving her…

Graham couldn’t turn back the clock. If he could, would he do things differently? Probably not. There was no time for regrets what-ifs and speculation in this world, there was only survival, determination, and courage.

No room for recklessness either.

“Tehya!” he yelled outside the cabins. He imagined the others going about their daily tasks, rolling their eyes and sucking in deep breaths, waiting for the argument that would surely…