He looks at me hard, staring me down. Understanding starts to flicker in his eyes.
“Mari,” he grinds out. “Why don’t you want him to have the farm?” He’s trying to keep it contained but the anger oozes out of his seams.
“Jack wanted me to have it,” I say, but I can tell it comes out weakly, so can he. I watch his anger spike.
“What happened?” He asks through gritted teeth.
“Nothing!” I shout b...
