For the first time in years, I understood that I had not been forgotten.
I had been trusted. The next morning, Megan called, suddenly eager to discuss selling the land after hearing rumors of developer interest. I looked out at the mist over the trees and felt peace settle over me.
She had laughed at what she didn’t understand, just as Dad knew she would. “No, Megan,” I said calmly. “There’s nothing to discuss.” Then I looked at the cabin again and smiled.
The roof didn’t leak—and neither did my father’s final plan.
