“He won’t go for it.”

“Are you asking me to just let it go?” I asked.

Luke turned toward the narrow hallway that led to our bedroom.

“I just want peace,” Luke said.

“Mom passed two years ago, and he’s been different ever since.”

I stepped in front of him, blocking the hallway, the wooden spoon tight in my hand.

“If a corporate buyer takes that land, your peace is gone anyway,” I said.

Luke looked at the floor.