Glass paneled the ceiling and half of the wall.
Condensation beaded along the frames and ran in thin, bright threads. Tubs lined with soil held dwarf trees—lemon, fig, two apples with branches trained low and tied out.
The far bed was greens under a simple cover: kale, chard, spinach. Tomatoes climbed twine up a frame, a handful already blushing red. Basil sat thick and fragrant in a box near the corner. There was even a single beehive in the back corner, waiting for the bees to come back home.
Elias stopped with a hand braced on the doorframe.
His eyes went wide in a way she'd never seen on him, not even when he was asking Zubair a whole bunch of questions about his mutation.
