The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

lawyers are calling the house.”

“We have to protect the spring,” I said. “Dad drew those lines to protect the water.”

“Your father is gone,” she whispered, her hand moving to cover Arthur’s paper. “And you are tearing this family apart over a map. I want you to stop this, Nicole.”

“I cannot stop it,” I said. “If I stop, the trees will be gone by spring.continue reading …