Almost immediately, Roslyn’s expression softened, and she lowered the trowel ever so slightly—though did not put it down. Instead of the burglar or boggart she had been expecting, it was only a young lad lurking. Still technically a crime and there was every chance he might rob her blind (or worse, damage one of her plants), but the mother of two could not help but have a soft spot for youth.

“Come out here, then,” she directed sternly, though her expression was more neutral than angry. “Let’s get a good look at you.”