But Claire didn’t care about any of that—not yet. She opened the envelope. Inside was a handwritten letter on thick, yellowing paper. Her father’s script, firm and slanted: “Cupcake, If you’re reading this, then you didn’t give up.”
“You never did, even as a kid—you kept digging until your hands were raw and your heart was certain. I always loved that about you. I didn’t leave you the barn because I thought it was worthless. I left it because it was ours. Because I knew you’d see past the dust and decay. Because I knew you’d remember.”