“What else would I do?” she asked. “Sit around feeling sorry for myself? I’d rather be useful.”

His face changed when he smiled properly. It made him look younger and gentler at the same time.

“Then I’m grateful for the help.”

So she helped.

She learned to feed the chickens, weed the garden, wash vegetables, chop for meals, carry water, sort tools, and ask questions without feeling stupid for asking them. Thomas and Jack taught her patiently. Neither man ever acted like ignorance was a moral flaw. Neither laughed when she got something wrong. Nobody snapped at her for being slow. Nobody used correction as a weapon.

For the first time in a very long time, Maggie found herself in a place where she was allowed not to know something without being made to feel lesser for it.

That alone felt almost miraculous.

Then she started noticing the details.