I sold my farm for $10.5M. My husband said: “Tell your sister and your…

the hens argue over a patch of clover. The air smells like wet grass and turned earth.

Marcus rebuilt the coop from salvaged wood. It leans slightly to the left, and we joke that it has character.

The screen door creaks. Marcus walks across the yard in his socks, carrying his own mug.

He stands beside me.

We don’t talk. We don’t need to.

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