“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 following two days became psychological warfare at its finest. I ignored Garrett’s threatening voicemails. I ignored my father’s condescending emails telling me to “be a good sister and do the right thing.” Instead, I calmly worked in my lavender fields, watching the purple waves sway beneath the wind while a dangerous thrill built inside me.

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