Page 3 — “For This Farm.” The Moment I Knew I Was Next
Paul sounded uneasy.
“What does this have to do with us?”
Natalie didn’t miss a beat.
“Everything,” she said. “Eight thousand a month for Meadowbrook. Memory care surcharge if she declines. In ten years she’s gone anyway — and at least some of that money stays in the family.”
Paul murmured, almost like he was convincing himself it was rational.
“For our future…”
And then Natalie said it.
“For this farm.”
I felt my lungs forget how to work.
My farm.
