Elena's POV
The meeting with Tucker was still on. I was going with my lawyer and I was going with my face. I had decided to step out from behind the family name and take ownership of the farm publicly, but the game still stood.
The Moores were not to be disclosed.
Tom had suggested he take the lead in the meeting. I told him I had it.
By the time we arrived at the restaurant Tucker had requested for our first meeting, it was fully booked but empty, cleared out specifically for us. A security guard outside guided Tom and me into a secluded room where the man himself was already seated and waiting.
Tucker.
The illness had left its mark on him. He sat like a man who had once taken up more space and was learning to occupy less of it, his frame thinner than it should have been, the tremor
