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

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“I wasn’t planning to.”

“Great. So, you’ll come?”

“I’ll be there.”

I hang up and stand in the yard, watching the chickens peck at the scattered feed. The air smells like rain. Something about this doesn’t sit right.

Marcus is on the porch when I walk back. I tell him about the call.

He leans forward in his chair.

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