“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.

my words, the sound of multiple vehicles entering the driveway shattered the silence. But it wasn’t the sheriff.

It was a convoy of sleek black SUVs followed by a local news van and a luxury catering truck.

Garrett’s confidence cracked instantly. “What the hell is this, Sienna? Who are these people?”

I pointed toward a massive canvas tarp hanging between continue reading …