Greenhouse

Author's POV

The greenhouse was warm despite the rain outside.

Glass panels arched overhead, fogged at the edges from the humidity, and hundreds of plants crowded the narrow walkways—ferns, orchids, flowering vines curling around iron trellises. The only light came from a few small lamps along the path, casting everything in a soft gold glow.

YN had come to water the plants.

That was the plan.