“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.

Garrett was driving the truck. He hit the brakes, throwing the gear into park, and hopped out with a smug, arrogant grin on his face. He was holding a stack of flattened cardboard boxes, literally expecting to pack up my belongings and throw me continue reading …