“What’s she done now?”
“Fed lies to the press.”
He scratched his beard.
“Let her talk. You’ve got proof. She’s got noise. Truth takes longer, but it sticks harder.”
I exhaled slowly.
“Easier said than done.”
“Everything worth doing is,” he said.
Later that night, my phone buzzed with another message, this time from Mom.
Hannah, can’t you just work with your sister? This is tearing us apart.
I typed a reply, then erased it. I couldn’t stomach another fight with her. She’d already chosen Megan’s side, whether she admitted it or not.
Instead, I opened Dad’s letter again, reading the lines about resilience, about using the land to build something meaningful. His words steadied me more than anything else could.
The following morning, Robert called with an update.
“Megan’s lawyer has filed preliminary paperwork. Nothing that sticks, but they’re signaling they want to fight.”
