Chapter OnePurple.
A purple so deep that it made her think of the purest fresh-pressed grape juice.
Purple grapes. Round globes of color so dark that they ate the brilliant sunlight until they were almost black.
Green leaves. Impossibly blue sky.
Katrina knew something was wrong, but it took her a moment to identify what was missing.
Birds. There should be birdsong. Her family’s vineyard was never quiet when the grapes were so close to harvest. This late in the season the bees had moved on to more flowery pastures, but the birds should be singing, arguing, playing.
Funny, she didn’t recognize this row of vines, she thought she knew them all.
It was hard to care, though. She’d always loved to lie on the rich soil between the rows of vines and stare at the deeply blue sky. She rarely
