“Three new commercial farm contracts came through Friday morning,” Rory said, looking right at me.

“The bank cleared the deposit yesterday.

Things are moving again.”

I rubbed my thumb along the edge of my finger and felt the tight knot in my shoulders loosen just a little.

“Sadie needs more than shoes for that dance, Rory,” I said gently.

“The dress appointments at Chloe’s shop require a deposit.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Rory said, finally taking a sip from the mug.

“Let me take her for shoes first on Saturday, and we’ll figure out the rest right after.”