Life Changing

Damion

“I don’t get it,” she said, shaking her head. “Oliver was a simple man. He lived simply, splurged on nothing, and only had the land to claim as his own. Besides the truck outside and that stupid tractor. What could be riding on all that?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure.” I hated lying. I felt like such an asshole for lying. “Maybe he was referring to me being here and reconnecting with my past.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know for sure. I got the impression my grandfather and Harvey were pretty close. I’m sure my grandfather filled him in on all the horrors of me living in the city. He wanted me back here.”

She smiled. “Possibly. You never accepted his offer to come home before. Why now? What changed?”

“He died,” I answered honestly. “He died and left me the farm.”

She took a drink. “Were you two on the outs? Did you have a falling out? I guess that would explain why you stayed away for so long.”

“We didn’t have a falling out in a sense of a big explosive argument. It was just—I don’t know.