“Dad signed it. He’s gone now, and I’m not taking him to court when he can’t explain himself.”
So I brought the truck home, found another job, and tried to accept what had happened.
Four months later, while searching beneath the truck’s passenger seat, I discovered a sealed envelope addressed to me.
Inside was a letter Dad had written shortly before his death.
The farm carried $388,000 in debt. Dad had deliberately left it to Phil because he believed I would sacrifice my entire future trying to save it.
