“Sign the deed or I’ll sn:a:p your arm right here!” my brother screamed while slamming me against the truck outside Sunset Lavender Co. as our parents watched without emotion.

to seize my farm and sell it to rescue him.

The crunch of tires on gravel drags me back to reality. My mother’s silver Mercedes pulls into the driveway. Vivien steps out wearing a sharp designer suit, staring at my lavender fields with open greed.

“Garrett sent the email?” she asks without even saying hello. “Good. Our attorneys are already prepared continue reading …