“Sign the deed or I’ll sn:a:p your arm right here!” my brother screamed while slamming me against the truck outside Sunset Lavender Co. as our parents watched without emotion.

The next two days were a masterclass in psychological warfare. I ignored every single one of Garrett’s threatening voicemails. I didn’t respond to my father’s condescending emails telling me to “”be a good sister and do the right thing.”” I simply continued tending to my fields, watching the purple waves sway in the wind,continue reading …