The Night My Daughter-in-Law Sent Me to Sleep in the Garage

children if you choose.”

I picked up Gordon’s old fountain pen, its gold nib slightly worn, and signed beneath the word “Founder.”

As the ink soaked into the paper, I felt something settle inside me.

“He would be proud, wouldn’t he?” I asked.

Caleb smiled.

“I believe so,” he said. “He used to say, ‘Cass doesn’t just preserve assets. She plants value.’”

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