Eleanor had never worked so hard at anything in her life.

Her back ached. Her shoulders ached. Her hands felt raw.

Still, as she struggled to hold up her end of the last beam while Sam and one of his uncles slotted a cross piece into place, she felt strangely satisfied.

That was worth something, right?

“All right,” Sam said, sounding even more tired than Eleanor felt. “That looks like it’s going to hold. Let’s get the floor on, get the pallet back up to the greenhouses, and then we can get to school.”

“Just the floor will be enough,” Sam’s uncle said. I can take the pallet back on my own.

Sam nodded and gave them all directions on where to stand around the floor Mandy, Kali, and Sam’s grandma had b...

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