Grandma had believed in me, and I wasn’t ready to let go. Instead, I began restoring the farmhouse piece by piece.
When Henry returned, I told him I wouldn’t sell. He smiled and revealed Grandma’s plan—it had been a test to see who would protect her legacy. He offered help, not to buy the farm, but to build something meaningful.
With time, effort, and even Claire’s help, the farm came back to life, becoming a small community space filled with purpose.
Some things truly matter more than money. This farmhouse wasn’t an ending—it was a beginning.