He had put a quick cash payout ahead of keeping the land in the family.

He thought he could just brush us aside and we would accept it.

He thought we would just stay in town and quietly give up our claim to the white farmhouse.

I pressed the yellow sponge against the sharp edge of the carving knife.

I rinsed a fork and set it in the drying rack.

I watched the water swirl down the drain.

I wasn’t going to give up.