“To pack up. I already have a developer lined up. Groundbreaking starts next week. It’s just business.”
Three days.
My mind raced. Every dollar I had went into keeping that farm afloat after the failed harvest. I didn’t have savings or family nearby. I didn’t even have a backup plan.
“You have three days.”
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“You can’t just throw us out,” I said.
My aunt tilted her head. “I’m his only child. Once the will is read, it’s mine. I’m actually trying to give you a head start.”
My chest felt tight.
She walked away humming.
We remained civil during the funeral, but the real truth was about to come out.
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