Lacey
I arrived in front of my father’s office, knocking only once before the door swung open. I saw his table set up with a salad and a sandwich for each of us from the pack kitchen. It was also scattered with stacks of papers, taking up every bit of space our food hadn’t claimed.
I sat down, taking a bite of my sandwich as my eyes drifted to the documents closest to me. They appeared to be deeds to land. My father followed my line of sight, his gaze landing on the papers.
“Yeah, that’s a good place to start,” he said. “Those are the deeds to pack land. We bought it in sections, so there are multiple. It’s important to keep them in a safe place—hard to find, but easily accessed. We’re currently trying to acquire these two sections as well.”
He unfolded a map and pointed to two large a
