Drew was by her side every day, cheering her on during her grueling physical therapy sessions. After five months, when she was fully healed and able to walk without a cane, he suggested, “Hey, let’s go for a drive. I’d like to show you something.”
“Sure, lead the way.”
They drove leisurely, enjoying each other’s company and a warm spring day, until finally Drew said, “Ah, here we are,” and turned off the paved two-lane road onto a long gravel stretch.
“Where are we going?” Trixie asked, her curiosity piqued.
“You’ll see,” he said with a grin.
“Estalle Ranch,” she read aloud when they got to the ornate sign hanging over their path.
“Not for much longer, it’s not. But I need your help,” Drew told her.
“I’m totally confused, honey. What are you talking about?”
“Just a little bit furth
