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And for the first time in years, Lark let herself believe she’d finally found somewhere to land. If you'd like to support the author, I recommend purchasing Juniper Hill legally through retailers like Amazon, Kobo, Apple Books, or your local library. Devney Perry’s books are widely available in EPUB format from authorized sellers. Would you like a link to her official website or a list of legal purchase options instead?
She should have lied. Instead, she whispered, “Everything.”
Her charge was four-year-old Juniper — a wild-haired, fiercely independent little girl who spoke more to the trees than to people. Juniper’s uncle, Silas Brennan, was the one who’d hired Lark. He was tall, scarred across his left hand from a kitchen accident, and hadn’t smiled once during the interview. Juniper Hill Devney Perry Epub Vk
The first week was quiet. Lark cooked bland meals, read Juniper bedtime stories, and tried not to notice how Silas watched her — like she was a recipe he couldn’t quite perfect. He worked sixteen-hour days at the diner, leaving Lark alone in the creaking farmhouse on Juniper Hill.
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Something shifted that night. Not love — not yet. But the first crack in two frozen hearts.
One night, a storm knocked out the power. Juniper was terrified of thunder, so Lark lit candles and sang old lullabies until the girl fell asleep. She found Silas on the porch, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching lightning split the sky. Would you like a link to her official
Over the next weeks, Silas taught Juniper to make bread — her small fists buried in dough, flour dusting her hair like snow. He taught Lark to taste wine, to close her eyes and describe what she smelled: cedar, rain, sea salt. He never asked for her story, but he offered pieces of his own. The restaurant he’d lost. The brother — Juniper’s father — who’d died in a fishing accident. The guilt that ate at him like rust.