As I drove away, my mind spun with disbelief and fury. How could my own family, my flesh and blood, conspire against me? The weight of betrayal pressed heavily on my chest. It felt like my world was unraveling, the threads of trust frayed beyond repair. But beneath the hurt, a steely resolve began to form. I refused to let them dictate the future of the farm, my life, my legacy.
I made my way to a quiet spot—a secluded park I often visited when I needed to think. I parked the car and sat with my hands on the steering wheel, taking steadying breaths. My thoughts turned to Joanna. She was a dear friend, and the thought of her being manipulated and controlled by her own daughter chilled me to the bone. We were two old women, targets of a new era where loyalty and respect seemed replaced by greed and ambition.
