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in my back pocket.
I pull it out.
A text from Brianna.
“Aunt Myra. I got into the STEM program. Full scholarship. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
I smile. A real smile. The kind that starts in the chest and spreads outward.
I turn the phone toward Marcus.
He reads it, nods, and smiles, too.
I look out at the field.
200 acres, smaller than what I had before.continue reading …
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