“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.

Finally, the deadline arrived. It was the morning of July 14, 2024.

I stood at the edge of the main driveway, wearing a sharp, tailored blazer over my work jeans. The morning mist was just beginning to burn off. Right on cue, I heard the heavy rumble of a diesel engine. A massive moving truck continue reading …