With the help of a kind neighbor, Jack Harris, I rebuilt and worked harder than ever. The farm became my sanctuary, my purpose. Then the truth came out—Felicity had started the fire to push me out. Jack had the evidence.

At the final reading of the will, Grandma’s true plan was revealed: the farm was always meant for the one who proved they loved it. That was me.Felicity stormed off. I stayed.Now, the farm is mine. And as the sun sets over the fields, Jack beside me and the animals close by, I finally understand—I didn’t just inherit land. I inherited a legacy.