Chapter Thirty Four
I hung up on Sam. Because I needed to see her. Words weren't enough. This was crazy. And maybe it was the wrong thing to do, but I couldn't speak. Words wouldn't come. Couldn't come. I was speechless. Sam had gone home, in light of her father’s resignation from his role, to acquire our family farm. The air was humid, too thick, as I charged through the trees, swung open the back door of Mom's house, and told her what Sam had done.
I was hiccupping, my breath coming in rasps. Mom begged me to call Sam back, apologize for hanging up. And most important of all, to tell her I loved her. She retreated to the sink, head lowered, and I pulled her into my arms as she sobbed. It had been too long since we'd shared this. We'd never been honest with one another, about how losing
