“Aunt Linda, I need to tell you something before Dad stops me,” Caleb said, his voice low and steady. He pulled a folded paper from his jacket. “I found this in Uncle Dale’s desk when I was cleaning out the farmhouse. It is a second page of the operating agreement, and it was never filed.” My hands stopped on the seed bag. “It says the house and forty acres belonged to you, no buyout needed.”

Across the road, Curtis finally started walking, fast, his boots kicking up dust. Warren shut off the tractor. Caleb held the page out toward me, his hand shaking. “Dad knew,” he whispered. “He has known since the funeral.” I took the paper, and Hannah slid down from the seat, watching her uncle cross the gravel with a face I had never seen on him before.