“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 deadline arrived.

July 14, 2024.

I stood at the edge of the driveway wearing a fitted blazer over my work jeans while the morning mist lifted off the fields. Right on schedule, I heard the deep rumble of a diesel engine. A huge moving truck rolled onto my gravel road, followed closely by my mother’s Mercedes and my father’s spotless Audi.

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