“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.

lavender-scented air, I collapsed onto the porch steps. My phone buzzed nonstop. Garrett kept sending furious text messages explaining exactly how his lawyers planned to argue that my father’s original deed transfer was merely a “temporary trust” that could legally be revoked. The audacity made me sick. He owed nearly a million dollars to violent creditors continue reading …