“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.

disease.

Even Garrett eventually broke.

On a freezing night in early 2025, he sent me a long desperate text apologizing for his arrogance and admitting I hadn’t stolen anything from him—he had ruined himself.

I simply replied:

“Thank you for the apology. I am not ready to see you.”

I never looked back.

By January 2025, under my leadership, the farm secured continue reading …