“The Kearney farm is yours,” Tom said.

I carefully folded the deed and put it in my purse.

The separate savings account I had opened four years earlier was now completely empty.

Every dollar I had made cleaning teeth had gone to the auction clerk on Saturday.

The next month, the worn linoleum floor was covered in cardboard boxes.

Dust caught the morning sunlight streaming through the farmhouse kitchen windows.

Luke carried three heavy boxes in through the back door and set them near the electric stove.