in the orchard, but I expected them to remain close after their father’s death.
Instead, conversations about memories quickly became conversations about money. One evening, Brandon placed a document on my table and announced that he and Melissa planned to take over the orchard. The signature looked wrong. When I questioned them, they admitted a developer wanted to purchase the property.
Then they suggested I move into a retirement community. The next morning, they put my suitcase in the car and drove me toward town. Instead, Brandon stopped on a
