The Unknown

Damion

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, but my job wasn’t happy to see me go and agreed to give me the six months I needed to make a decision. They have an interim editor running things. If I stay here, the guy gets the job. If I go back, he’ll move to another department.”

“So, you have one foot out the door. This farm is going to require your full commitment. It might not have a great harvest in the fall. I don’t know if you remember much, but farming is a crapshoot. Your yields are dependent on the weather and good luck. If you throw in the towel after one shitty crop, you’re not meant for this life.”

“I know that and you’re right, it’s all based on luck and timing. I might not be cut out for this.”

She sighed. “I was with your grandfather up until the very end,” she said in a quiet voice. She was looking at her feet before she looked up and met my eyes. “Oliver made me promise to make sure the farm was in good shape. He didn’t want it to be auctioned off, bit by bit and all his har