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“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.
But I wasn’t the naive, helpless girl they threw away years ago.
I walked inside my refurbished farmhouse, poured myself a cup of chamomile tea, and opened my laptop to look at a highly confidential PDF document.
