“They’ll be back,” I said. “Skylar doesn’t know how to quit when she wants something.”

That night, I sat by the fire and wrote down my goals in a notebook. I wanted to start a foundation for veterans and for women who had been pushed aside.

I wanted to provide housing and job training. I wanted to turn my father’s “worthless” gift into a legacy of strength.

My phone buzzed, and I saw it was Skylar calling again. I answered, and heard her voice dripping with venom.

“I heard you met with Marcus today,” she snapped. “You’re being completely unreasonable, Riley.”

“That land is worth a fortune, and you don’t know the first thing about what to do with it,” she continued. I just smiled to myself.