Sunlight filtered through the high glass ceiling, bright and clean, pouring down in sheets that illuminated everything below.
Sam had to squint, the sudden light catching him off guard. He couldn't help but look up because the sky was clearly more visible now.
Sure enough, they were really outside.
Or at least, it felt that way.
Maybe he should have looked down first.
Because the moment he did, Sam almost jumped out of his skin.
Before him, rows and rows of raised beds stretched outward in neat, deliberate lines. They were overflowing with lush green leaves and clusters of ripe fruit that looked almost unreal in their abundance.
Moreover, the entire place was blinding under his visual resonance. They weren't joking when they said they were farming all of those.
"Holy he—"
Sam didn't get to finish the expletive.
Marco's hand clamped over his mouth, his body reacting automatically as he glanced toward the children who were equally stunned but far more expressive.
