My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
Katie set the skillet on a cold burner and brought the eggs to the table, sitting down in the chair that had belonged to my father. She did not ask about the details of the three-year sentence the judge had handed down the week before. We both knew the numbers by heart now, and there was no need to speak them into the room.
“I have a chemistry lab at ten,” she said, looking down at her plate. “But I can stay and help Elena clear the south paddock before I leave.”
“You go on to your classes,” I said, reaching over to pat her hand. “Elena and I have plenty of hands to get the work done today.”
She nodded, her eyes lingering on the empty chair at the end of the table where Samuel used to sit and tap his fingers against the wood. The space was just a space now, no longer a source of dread.
By half past ten, the autumn wind had cleared the morning mist from the low pasture, leaving the air sharp and smelling of damp cedar. Elena stood on a wooden stepstool in the breezeway of the main barn, holding a heavy iron sign against the rough oak beam above the double doors.
