The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

porch before I could even park my car. He didn’t wait for me to walk up the steps; he met me at the edge of the driveway, his gold watch catching the afternoon sun.

“What are you doing here, Nicole?” he asked, his voice coming in a rapid burst.

“We found Father’s field ledger in the barn,” I said, holding the heavy book toward him.

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